Have a Blast

Caught in the mundane

The day to day, it traps us so tightly

Escape the cubicle cell enslaving time of the resident slave

Just another clone stamped in the system who cannot think for yourself

Oh shit

It's raining pens and staples on the prisoner

Questioning our real purpose

Bury your sense of worth

Beneath the desk you call your home

Consistent overflowing with no way out

And now you're always entertaining, thoughts meandering

Ambition slowly rolling, steady, downhill

A puppet never disobeying the strings attached from hands to toes

From head to fucking toes

And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow

Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one

Guess it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road

Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwined, to journey on as one

Behold our creation... A walking dead

Step back and realize what you are fed

Escape the mortal mentality

It's a lesson that can't be ignored for long

My destination, it lies within the song

Blistering reality

Imagining a world in limelight

Never will it be out of my reach

I've heard the lies a million times, but did it ever steal from my soul?

Bleeding from the lungs, I see, a life complete above the darkest hole

And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow

Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwined, to journey on as one

A world so masochistic

Envious, broken system

The infant braving infested waters, collecting prominent rage

Tormented reality, for I leave it