The Great Depression - Misery Index

Written by：Jason Netherton

Yeah

Yeah

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

Yeahh

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

Yeahh

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

Yeahh

Yeahh

Get me

Out of

This hole

Somehow

Get me

Out of

This hole

Right now

My great depression

Yeahh