GO!
Living your life, a sentence a day.
Put on your gray suit, tell yourself its ok.
Walk right in, to your prison hell.
Hating more and more, it's like a cubicle hell.
Keep pushing on, with a promise of awards.
Made you lose sight of what you're living for.
It became a standard, a necessity.
Now little green paper is all you see.
Sad thing is that you're not alone.
Everyone here is some sort of drone.
Slaving for the man in an office above.
A crack of the whip and you're back to work.
Corporations keep you on a leash.
Even tell you when its time to feed.
Go in at nine, released at five.
Complete control of your entire life.
Started out with a passion for work.
So they made you the company whore.
It started out with so much love.
But all you feel now is just fucking regret.
Look at what you've become!
We weren't born just to work.
So stop shoving it down my throat.
There's so much that I want to do.
Cause this is my life, and I'll enjoy it too.
All your bullshit just held me back.
Made me lose sight, made me lose track.
And it's something that I know.
And it's finally time to let it go.
It's fucking time to let go!
So listen up, I won't say it twice.
Break the chains, make sure its done right.
Finally not caring if they agree.
It's all caught up, its time to break free.
Crawl right out of your gray suit shell.
Making a break out of your fucking cell.
You've been cooped for so damn long.
And its time, for a prison break!