The Great Depression Lyrics - Singles - Misery Index

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