Stand, time to wake up to your slave
Cleanse, rinse away your pride
Drive, through these herds of sheep
Pose, satisfy the mass
Ride, to your future crypt
Sit, in this frozen box
Coin, catch it for the man
Stop, you know it doesn't

Matter to you
All you want
Is out of this cubicle hell

So you think you know me, well you don't
I try my best
It never matters
I wish I may, I wish I might
All I want to do is fight

I Don't care, don't need your opinions
It's my life, the way it should be
Hand n hand, means everything
Crushed by the hands of society

Destiny, is summoning me
Live or Die, I'll figure this out
Bullshit Walks, while money talks
Time will look to me for time!

Society, slaves away
Dollar signs, rules their lives
Bank accounts, on their minds

This life! You know it doesn't

Matter to you
All you want
Is out of this cubicle hell

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