You ask if I'm depressed.
I'll have to say, it's true.
If you wouldn't mind,
Tell me, why aren't you?
Aren't we all depressed?
Or do zombies roam around?
Do you see through colored glasses
All the bodies on the ground?
I'm certainly depressed.
If you aren't, you might be slow.
The world burns around us,
As they'll all burn below.
I'm naturally depressed;
I have great pity for our kind.
If you call yourself content,
I assume you must be blind.
I'm incredibly depressed.
The standards are so high!
I can't keep up with social trends;
They make me want to cry.
Of course I am depressed.
If you're not, then you're insane!
Life is so demanding,
And existence equals pain.
So yeah, I am depressed.
Doesn't that make sense?
This world is like hell,
But slightly less intense.
I've said that I'm depressed,
And I'll stand by what I said.
Society is torturous;
I'd much rather be dead.
