Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Spectator, artist - Misery Index. Album song Heirs to Thievery, in the genre Date of issue: 10.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
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 |