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I'm not alone |
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There are millions who are just like me |
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Is our life our own |
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Or are we breed to think everything's fine? |
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Just another ant in the line |
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I don't want to be |
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One more calf who's suckling the cash cow |
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Dressed like a corporate freak |
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Begging the clock to give me the chance to be me |
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A few moments just to be free |
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Swallow the lie just to get by but |
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I'm sick of this bag of feed |
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Try to hide but it feels like you're caught in a landslide |
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When dreams die you can chalk it all up to the |
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Monday Blame it all on |
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Monday Friday feels all right: you think you got all night |
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Saturday is great but then it gets to late |
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When Sunday comes around |
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It brings you right back down dreading |
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Monday And all of what used to define you |
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Serves only just to remind you |
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Of the man you'd hoped to be |
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I can't believe |
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I'm on the clock and wearing a monkey suit |
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Where is my dream? |
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You know the one where |
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I'm up on a stage |
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I guess I'm missing that page |
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Take a quick look, glance through the book before |
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I'm put back in my cage |
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Shed your skin the transformation begins |
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Chalk outline and the finger points to a |
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Monday The only suspect is |
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Monday And all of what used to defined you |
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Serves only just to remind you |
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Of the man you'll never be |
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I'm not alone mindless masses trapped just like me |
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Busy little drones day in day out we're all pawns for the queen |
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I guess it's how it will be |
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Chained to my desk just like the rest who have surrendered their dreams |
