Pandemican  -  Misery  Index

  ...And  through  all  our  failed  attempts  we  still  proclaim  our  opinions  law,

One  small  step  into  life  and  your  taken,

Taken  by  a  storm  of  fear,

You  can't  stop  the  fleeting  of  the  years,

I  sing  a  song  of  myself  through  the  gaze  of  Narcissus,

A  reflection  of  inert  violence,

As  your  average  American  crusading  in  the  name  of  man,

My  reality  is  life  in  the  backseat  riding  into  foreign  lands,

In  my  million  dollar  box  of  regret,

I'll  spread  disease  to  protect  it,

My  reality  is  life  in  the  backseat,

Gorging  on  the  blood  of  nations,  gluttonous  as  I  eat  myself  alive,

Heed  the  call  of  the  Suicide  Shepard,

When  they  jump  I  know  I'll  follow,

Is  that  our  echo  screaming  down  from  the  tower,  now  the  martyr  is  your  pilot,

The  Captain  is  in  his  quarters,  the  Navigator's  throat  is  slit,

A  7.mile  stare  with  your  eyes  on  the  deep,  feeding  from  their  trough  full  of  sheep,

Proclaiming  your  opinions  law,

As  your  average  American,  always  doing  all  I  can,

My  reality  is  life  in  the  backseat,  spiraling  into  the  gyre,

With  me  my  brand  old  weapon-  It's  called  my  clenched  fist