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misery index - the great depression كلمات الأغنية

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 ant-thesis 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
sp-ce
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

by phmetal

- misery index

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