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 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?
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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
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Song writers: WELLER, PAUL JOHN