Do you know what it's like to be the only one left from a time when nothing mattered?
Now that everyone dares to pretend they care, and the world seems only that much flatter to you?
Do you?
Do you remember the taste to futility, and the burning rage of recindency
Now that all you find is redundancy, and Alice Cooper rip-offs?
So you watch with animosity, and affect, with the rest, a bored ennui
At the German Industrial mimicry of the good old British flip-off.
You make it with the devil you imagine you know, And you dance with the dead in the candle glow
Because you look so starved in leather, you forget the when, and don't ask about the whether.
But we were the ones who were supposed to survive when their world went down in flames.
With the rats and the roaches and the pumpkin coaches and the wild boys never tamed.
It was gonna be blasted, it was gonna be hell, but at last it was gonna be ours,
And we'd prove our worth in our jaded mirth at Humanity's twilight hours because we knew.
We knew, and weren't too proud to survive. Without the privileged few, we knew
We'd be more than alive.
When they'd blown their world to ashes, rendered down their greedy dreams
All the tainted and imperfect, we would tear apart the seams.
And we woul take the world, or what was left, and dance in poisoned rains to show we could
And thought it good, because only we remained.
But they failed us yet again, those greedy bastards. They teased us with the button,
Then lost their nerve to die.
They castrated our final great disaster. Left us grubbing in their shadows, thanking them for their great lie.
When all they ever promised was the world when they were through,
And all they ever gave us was a tantalizing view of their destruction, our deliverance,
And the road that wound through Hell, into the New.
Stolen Apocalypse by clue
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