The Great Depression Lyrics

Storm clouds spreading, black horizons oil slick the southern sky
What prospects should I gather 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 loom- the antithesis of nature
Entering this asphalt tomb- self-interest my prime dictator

Now that I stand to carry the weight- try to convince me that its all for something?
Now that I stand to carry the weight, and 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