Unfulfilling Prophecy

Tired, unispired in pacifying sleep
 The nine hour surge reveals a deprecated self
 Arranged a life for watching eyes, weary soul's confine
 This material construction, a flawed comfort
 Lifelong disappointments brew below the polished surface
 In ice cold dependency to a desperate routine
 Another days deeds perfected, with blood taste upon barren tongue
 A lethargy of senses for you know tomorrow (will be the same)
 How can you master the role of a machine?
 Drone through waking hour with blind belief
 How can you master the role of a machine?
 Perfecting the same pattern in monday morning fallacy
 Eyes set to the task, desensitized
 Is this your dream? Common monotony
 An idle overseer of necessary evils
 Glance no further, the flair of the moment is gone
 Waking hour, glory askew
 All that's been lost and won
 Was it all for show?
 Was it all for nothing?
 This monumental sacrifice