the robots march in line to get to work because it's
almost punch-in time
the daily grind has each day scripted
each move predicted
we've traded in our lives for deadlines only met with
overtime
and for each hous they own us we work towars our
bonus
we've been following the script for so long we forgot
who we are
just another day nothing ever changes
out dreams replaced with routine
how did my life become 9 to 5?
let's shake hands and talk statistics as we try our
best to act pretentious
this is what big shots do because they're better than
you
I still smile every day and make believe that life was
meant to be this way
but inside I'm starving for something real
for something I can feel
we've been following the script for so long we forgot
who we are
just another day nothing ever changes
out dreams replaced with routine
how did my life become 9 to 5?
it comes down to: work. eat. sleep. repeat
we can onlu work this shift for so long