Shut Down With Me

Ever get the feeling
 Like you've hit the ceiling
 Like you're always sitting down or kneeling
 Guess your heart is beating
 But you don't really feel alive
 Sleepwalking 9-to-5
 Humanity compromised
 If you're feeling like another little piece of the machine
 Another number without a name
 Shut down with me
 We are the dysfunction
 The virus, the malfunction
 The roaches underground
 To kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down
 We are the resistance
 A wrench thrown in the system
 We are the sound of spirit
 So kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down
 And maybe, and maybe, and maybe you'll hear it
 Shut down with me
 Getting tired of all this
 Running without purpose
 We're not meant to feel so fucking useless
 Guess I'm barely breathing
 But I don't really feel alive
 In this undead suburbia
 My human mind mechanized
 I refuse to be another little piece of the machine
 Another number without a name
 Shut down with me
 We are the dysfunction
 The virus, the malfunction
 The roaches underground
 To kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down!
 We are the resistance
 A wrench thrown in the system
 We are the sound of spirit
 So kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down
 Shut it down
 Come on, come on, come on
 I refuse to contribute another cell to the growth of this cancer
 I dedicate myself to the pursuit of value you can't express with a number on your fucking spreadsheets
 We are the dysfunction
 The virus, the malfunction
 The roaches underground
 To kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down!
 We are the resistance
 A wrench thrown in the system
 We are the sound of spirit
 So kill the machine, kill the machine
 Kill the machine, kill the machine
 Shut it down