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.

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
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
I guess it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwine, 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 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 entwine, to journey on as one.

A world so masochistic. Envious, broken system
The infant braving infested waters, collecting prominent rage
Torment in reality, for i leave it.