Misery Index - The Great Depression lyrics

Storm clouds spreading
Black horizons oil
Slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather here
To motivate my corpse to rise?
Bloodshot
My eyes reject
The staleness of this day
And reason gives purpose
For all the pills I have to swallow

Driving
My heart is dead and hollow
Metal boxes racing by
Ringing out the death of my life
Machines buzzing
Towers looming the antithesis of nature
Entering this asphalt tomb
Self-interest my prime dictator

Now that I stand to carry the weight
Try to conceive me
That it's all for something?
Now that I stand to carry the weight
I lie to myself, am I living-dead?

Four walls surround me
With wires outstretched
The triumph of time over space
The modus vivendi
Each man for himself
Each alone, and each an island

Get me out of this hole somehow
Get me out of this hole right now
My great depression