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 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 

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 

I guess it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road 

Locked in the spirit's line 

Souls entwine 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 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 entwine to journey on as one 



A world so masochistic 

Envious, broken system 

The infant braving infested waters 

Collecting prominent rage 

Torment in reality, for I leave it