Storm clouds spreading
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?
My eyes reject the staleness of this day
And 'reason' gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
My heart is dead and hollow
Metal boxes racing by
Ringing out the death of my life
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
And each an island
Get me out of this hole somehow...get me out of this hole right now...
My great depression
The Great Depression Lyrics