Forced Existence

Clip and sticker, clip and sticker
Same shit every fucking day
What has my life become?
How much more do I have to pay?
I've been reduced to a systematic motion
Same thing over and over again
How did I let this happen
I need a change every now and then
I have to have a higher purpose
This shit is already getting old
I was never meant for this
Already tired of doing what I'm told
Clock in and clock out
At least five days a week
No use anymore
For me to even speak

This fucking job is killing me
And everything I've ever stood for
Dying from monotony
Becoming more of a bore
Already tired of falling in line
With the rest of society
Even though I might seem fine
I feel like I'm not me

Clip and sticker, clip and sticker
I wanna shove it up somebody's ass
Sixty bins of fucking car parts
Just hoping for the time to pass
This can't be my only purpose
There has to be something more
Another reason
That I'm still here
My soul is not whole
Living this way
Somebody show me
I can have a better day