Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gallows Humor, artist - Misery Index. Album song The Killing Gods, in the genre
Date of issue: 26.05.2014
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Gallows Humor |
Are you laughing now? |
We are the ones that live and breathe |
Vermin on the streets below |
You are the ones shrink and hide |
Cowering away inside your tombs |
Shifting eyes, sleight of hand |
Architects elite |
Comedies, tragedies |
Never out of reach |
Äppäräts, lurking stats |
Prodigals unleashed |
Surf and ride, open skies |
The slaughter never ends… |
When our dead pile high |
And our fear multiplies |
You will say, «so it goes.» |
And the crowd will chant in exaltation |
Parasites, archetypes |
Atrocity en vogue |
Causalities, ironies |
Laughter fills the room |
Class defined, peace of mind |
A caravan of fools |
Anesthetized, paralyzed |
The pacifist relents… |
As our dead pile high |
And our fears multiply |
You will say, «so it goes,» |
And the crown will chant in exaltation |
Cross the divide |
And their gods will decide |
What is flesh, what is false |
As the demons swarm in exaltation |
Line them up and open fire |
Castigate, memento mori |
In this dead tradition |
Servility and guilt |
Bind us all together |
In this ever-present filth |
Everything is art |
And nothing ever dies |
In this neo-fascist paradise |
Bred from reproduction |
Nothing in between |
Death and revelation |
Bought and sold equally |
Past devours present |
Present eats past |
In these gallows, nothing’s meant to last |
The air is thick with fear and wonder |
A blaze burns in Vonnegut’s eyes |
His Dresden reeks beyond what words describe |
«All time is all time,» the grand, absurd leveler, by design |
Still, we’re just insects in amber |
Minions of the modern, your final act is yet to come |
We are the ones that live and breathe |
Vermin on the streets below |
You are the ones that shrink and hide |
Cowering away inside your tombs |