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 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