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Its been one thousand days since I last saw you breathe
Incarcerated by the routines etched into the concrete
We all fell down now we just hop around
Drop hints for me to grow up
I beg you not to join up
Mister can you spell success
Pay your rent
Pay your debt
The point thats been so overstressed
Youre making more and caring less
Ive thrown away their recycled lies
Theyve got those transparent eyes
Your scripts been changed, its not accepted here
Now theyll rewrite it
Then youll recite it
Theyll sell the rights back at 65
If your not still caught in this 9-5
Wheres the happy ending in this fking sitcom?
Weve served our king and now hes stripped our wings
If you hear me crying through these cardboard walls
then you know that I still exist
Playing my part in this