The Spectator

On your knees, look at yourself, a corporation cog with a head
 No original thought, a product of things, that consume your will, and define your dreams
 When you were young, you took on the world, remember how you'd laugh and sing?
 You've replaced it all with an IRA, internet porn, and a job you hate
 Spectator on your own life
 Watching and cheering goodbye
 Sinking into endless night
 Serving your slave design
 Giving in without a fight
 Passion resonates no more
 A goal that never comes in sight
 Til they close the coffin door
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 Fenced-in yard, that screen on your wall, books on the shelf, you never have read,
 Suburban right turns, amassing your wealth, a middle-class pawn, in love with himself
 Lock the doors, set the alarm, another weekend, alone in your head
 The kids are out drunk, the wife's in bed, pop a few pills to forget again
 Spectator on your own life
 Watching and cheering goodbye
 Sinking into endless night
 Serving your slave design
 Giving in without a fight
 Passion resonates no more
 A goal that never comes in sight
 Til they close the coffin door
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 Inside your homemade prison, an average life lived and died
 Rules deftly followed
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 Boss' ass, firmly kissed
 Bound in by possessions
 and overpowering emptiness