Misery Index Spectator
On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a head
No original thought, a product of things, that consume your will, and define your dreams
When you were young, you took on the world, remember how you'd laugh and sing?
You've replaced it all with an IRA, internet porn, and a job you hate
Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design
Giving in without a fight
Passion resonates no more
A goal that never comes in sight
Til they close the coffin door
Fenced-in yard, that screen on your wall, books on the shelf, you never have read,
Suburban right turns, amassing your wealth, a middle-class pawn, in love with himself
Lock the doors, set the alarm, another weekend, alone in your head
The kids are out drunk, the wife's in bed, pop a few pills to forget again
Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design
Giving in without a fight
Passion resonates no more
A goal that never comes in sight
Til they close the coffin door
Inside your homemade prison, an average life lived and died
Rules deftly followed
Boss' ass, firmly kissed
Bound in by possessions
...And overpowering emptiness
