Lyrics
I'm not theirs in product or in name
I reject being owned or identified by others
But I've got no true discretion I can speak of
Despite lacking real choices, I cannot claim true discretion
You can make your own distinctions but it's all the fucking same
Differences may exist, but they are insignificant in the grand scheme
It's servitude for someone else's sake
I'm in servitude for the benefit of someone else
And I dream I'm gonna give'em the old heave ho!
I envision a rebellion and plan to reject them emphatically
And my every thought turns to overthrow (Let's go!)
My thoughts are focused on overthrowing the current situation
And I strive to bite the hand that's feeding me at last
I aim to resist the provider who sustains me
And carry on the banner of the working class
I will proudly represent the working class
When I'm dead on my feet or shackled to the beat
Even when exhausted or bound by routine, I persevere
I'm always looking back over my shoulder
I frequently reflect on the past, wary of my surroundings
They make me paranoid and relegate me to defeat
They induce paranoia and consign me to failure
A fate that fits me like an oak box
My destiny feels like a tightly fitting box, confining
The long hard days of dead monotony
Days filled with tedious, lifeless routine
The foreman looking down, so paternal
The supervisor, in a seemingly caring manner
I'll curse the fucking hours cause I know they're not for me
I resent the hours spent because they aren't truly mine
But for now I'll carry on on borrowed time
Despite the challenges, I'll persist for now, living on borrowed time
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