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.
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 depressionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
