The Spectator - Misery Index

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