The smoke filled the room
Overpowering the smell of gin
As the lights flashed to the stage
Begging silently for your attention
And you can't look away, why would you?
The troubles that weigh on your shoulder aren't here
The things here are beautiful! don't you think?
The gin washes away the sin
The smoke is like a cloak
The rhythm of tapping feet is so much better than the stomping out there
Isn't it?
The Kit Kat Klub brings out the best
Better then the outside
Where the frost is everywhere no warmth
Food is cold and rotting
But who needs food when you have gin!?
Who needs fire when you have lust!?
The world outside is crumbling but who cares!?
We have NO troubles here
Because if it doesn't go against us why should we care?
The more gin and smokes that are gulped and smoked
Only makes it harder to see
Doesn't mean that it isn't there
If you can't see the killer you're still afraid aren't you?
If there's still people in the streets others are still harmed, ja?
And soon people around us disappear
And others are in their place
No more warm people
Now it's an unnerving cold
The sound of synchronized dancing doesn't seem different from the sound of marching
As you look through the smoke, it covers the bands on their arms
But the smell of the cabaret doesn't cover the smell of rotting
It doesn't cover the smell of
Gunpowder and gas on them
Their boots track the dirt, a grime of hundreds
Of weeping, starving souls
As hundreds still drink to take off the edge
While others stare off the edge, down to the piles of bottles and ashes
The smoke isn't from cigarettes but from buildings people don't come out of
When the curtain falls and the Kit Kat Klub ends
Six Million Jews Are Dead.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
The smoke filled the room
Overpowering the smell of gin
As the lights flashed to the stage
Begging silently for your attention
And you can't look away, why would you?
The troubles that weigh on your shoulder aren't here
The things here are beautiful! don't you think?
The gin washes away the sin
The smoke is like a cloak
The rhythm of tapping feet is so much better than the stomping out there
Isn't it?
The Kit Kat Klub brings out the best
Better then the outside
Where the frost is everywhere no warmth
Food is cold and rotting
But who needs food when you have gin!?
Who needs fire when you have lust!?
The world outside is crumbling but who cares!?
We have NO troubles here
Because if it doesn't go against us why should we care?
The more gin and smokes that are gulped and smoked
Only makes it harder to see
Doesn't mean that it isn't there
If you can't see the killer you're still afraid aren't you?
If there's still people in the streets others are still harmed, ja?
And soon people around us disappear
And others are in their place
No more warm people
Now it's an unnerving cold
The sound of synchronized dancing doesn't seem different from the sound of marching
As you look through the smoke, it covers the bands on their arms
But the smell of the cabaret doesn't cover the smell of rotting
It doesn't cover the smell of
Gunpowder and gas on them
Their boots track the dirt, a grime of hundreds
Of weeping, starving souls
As hundreds still drink to take off the edge
While others stare off the edge, down to the piles of bottles and ashes
The smoke isn't from cigarettes but from buildings people don't come out of
When the curtain falls and the Kit Kat Klub ends
Six Million Jews Are Dead.
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