Work and sleep.
Wake up repeat.
Work and sleep.
No time to dream.

We dig our own holes.
We mark our own graves.
We settle down.
And slowly wither away.
So complacent.
So patient.
We just sit and wait.
For things to go our way.
Growing up with expectations.
That pave the way towards aspirations.
It was all a sham.
They lied to us.
When they said we could be anything.

Work and sleep.
Wake up repeat.
Work and sleep.
No time to dream.

Pressing callused feet hard again the sand.
Only to get washed away.
We work so hard and we endure.
But we’ll never know for sure.
If an impact will be made.
Paranoia runs wild and anxiety’s high.
Looking for a purpose.
But we’re left to question why.
We exist.
Where’s the purpose in anything.

We’re constructed to fit the mold.
Our souls have been sold.
Worker mules and slaves to time.
40 hour weeks keep us in line.
Instead of living for ourselves.
We just exist and we’re overwhelmed.
And that’s not how things should be.
I got to get away.
I got to break free.

Our souls.
I got to be bold.
And break the mold.