The Spectator

On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a 
head
No original thought, a product of things, that consume your
 will, and define your dreams

When you were young, you took on the world, remember how 
you'd laugh and sing?
You've replaced it all with an IRA, internet porn, and a 
job you hate

Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design

Giving in without a fight
Passion resonates no more
A goal that never comes in sight
Til they close the coffin door

Fenced-in yard, that screen on your wall, books on the 
shelf, you never have read,
Suburban right turns, amassing your wealth, a middle-class 
pawn, in love with himself

Lock the doors, set the alarm, another weekend, alone in 
your head
The kids are out drunk, the wife's in bed, pop a few pills 
to forget again

Spectator on your own life
Watching and cheering goodbye
Sinking into endless night
Serving your slave design

Giving in without a fight

Passion resonates no more
A goal that never comes in sight
Til they close the coffin door

Inside your homemade prison, an average life lived and died

Rules deftly followed
Boss' ass, firmly kissed
Bound in by possessions
...And overpowering emptiness