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 d**h 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