Caught in the mundane
The day to day, it traps us so tightly
Escape the cubicle cell enslaving time of the resident slave
Just another clone stamped in the system who cannot think for yourself
Oh shit
It's raining pens and staples on the prisoner
Questioning our real purpose
Bury your sense of worth
Beneath the desk you call your home
Consistent overflowing with no way out
And now you're always entertaining, thoughts meandering
Ambition slowly rolling, steady, downhill
A puppet never disobeying the strings attached from hands to toes
From head to fucking toes
And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one
Guess it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwined, to journey on as one
Behold our creation... A walking dead
Step back and realize what you are fed
Escape the mortal mentality
It's a lesson that can't be ignored for long
My destination, it lies within the song
Blistering reality
Imagining a world in limelight
Never will it be out of my reach
I've heard the lies a million times, but did it ever steal from my soul?
Bleeding from the lungs, I see, a life complete above the darkest hole
And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwined, to journey on as one
A world so masochistic
Envious, broken system
The infant braving infested waters, collecting prominent rage
Tormented reality, for I leave it