rhyming
much ado about timing
to the past, my mind clings
I know I know... but it's not like I'm trying
can't help it, they're relics
watch as I make something from nothing
then watch me sell it
selfish or helpless?
if you can't tell which
you're jealous
wasn't sure what would happen
somehow I just felt it
have to escape the 9-5
this lifestyle is hellish
never mind if I'm alive
I've never survive in this cell, it's-
actually a cubicle
if you ask me it's just servitude
which there has to be an alternative to
but it's what most people just learn to live through
