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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 can not think for yourself.

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. down hill. A puppet never disobeying strings attached from hands to toes.
From hands to fucking toes

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.
I guess it's the fear of all that 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 too 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 entwined, 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.