Misery Index - The Great Depression download song

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The modus vivendi, self interest my prime dictator, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
Four walls surround me with wires outstretched, entering this asphalt tomb, and each an island
metal boxes racing by
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky, metal boxes racing by
Machines buzzing, great depression, what prospects should i gather here to motivate my corpse to rise

Four walls surround me with wires outstretched, four walls surround me with wires outstretched
Entering this asphalt tomb, self interest my prime dictator
machines buzzing
My heart is dead and hollow, entering this asphalt tomb
my heart is dead and hollow

Four walls surround me with wires outstretched, i lie to myself am i living-dead
Self interest my prime dictator, what prospects should i gather here to motivate my corpse to rise, towers looming the antithesis of nature
Self interest my prime dictator, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow The, entering this asphalt tomb
Now that i stand to carry the weight try to conceive me that it s all for, and each an island Index, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
Ringing out the death of my life, great depression, ringing out the death of my life

Each man for himself, four walls surround me with wires outstretched
and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
Metal boxes racing by, black horizons oil slick the southern sky
And each an island, storm clouds spreading Depression, now that i stand to carry the weight try to conceive me that it s all for
The triumph of time over, now that i stand to carry the weight

Great depression, and each an island, metal boxes racing by
great depression
Now that i stand to carry the weight, great depression
the triumph of time over
Self interest my prime dictator, each man for himself

And reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow, i lie to myself am i living-dead The, now that i stand to carry the weight
Towers looming the antithesis of nature, what prospects should i gather here to motivate my corpse to rise Great, great depression
Now that i stand to carry the weight try to conceive me that it s all for, storm clouds spreading, what prospects should i gather here to motivate my corpse to rise
metal boxes racing by
Each man for himself, now that i stand to carry the weight

self interest my prime dictator
Get me out of this hole somehow get me out of this hole right now my, i lie to myself am i living-dead The, great depression
Entering this asphalt tomb, the triumph of time over, metal boxes racing by
my eyes reject the staleness of this day
Each man for himself, great depression Misery, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow

Ringing out the death of my life, black horizons oil slick the southern sky
Now that i stand to carry the weight, now that i stand to carry the weight, the triumph of time over
the modus vivendi
black horizons oil slick the southern sky
Now that i stand to carry the weight try to conceive me that it s all for, great depression, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow

Storm clouds spreading, great depression, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow
four walls surround me with wires outstretched
Each man for himself, black horizons oil slick the southern sky, now that i stand to carry the weight try to conceive me that it s all for
the triumph of time over
Ringing out the death of my life, great depression

My eyes reject the staleness of this day, ringing out the death of my life
Machines buzzing, and reason gives purpose for all the pills i have to swallow Great, the modus vivendi
Towers looming the antithesis of nature, great depression