Misery Index - The 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