Expect a long delay in line on Judgment Day I'd try to help but I have to work an extra shift I braved the boring dawn, we all got Omicron And no one cares but they'll live to regret it When we mass quit We're communists in luxury Whether we know it or not We all inherited compressed ideals That don't make any sense No, we can live it up Becoming communists in luxury Demanding better in the actual material But we waste our money on the metaverse We build a cultural timebomb Our friend was acting weird One day she disappeared Locked her account, said goodbye, and made one more post It read, "Dear subcommittee boss We are an albatross And you're a neck We're a dead birds screaming That you're a psyop" A tide of communists in luxury Is washing over every hedonistic holdout Our lack of certainty is no excuse For nihilistic dread, demand utopia Committed communists in luxury No one imaged we'd be winners in the long run But a wave of communists in luxury's A realistic threat I called a friend from back home When she answered the phone She said, "Is our fear overblown Shining flashlights at drones As we circle overhead We descend from a line of humanists We reject the decline But we need more volunteers Do you know God is love And market risk Is best minimized On a communal scale? Then you're a communist!"