Whittle My Life

I hate this habit in me It has you fumble your key Only to go Deep down in corporate control It tells you who you can be Buhbum bum bum buhdum bum It alters you to agree Never to know Who you would be on your own I whittle my life And hope That they like it Out of my hands If they Even find it I know that nothing is free What a price when the product is me Yet I'm told That I have no choice It leads you into a cell It locks you under a spell Won't see what's around With eyes that are stuck looking down I whittle my life My life And hope And hope That they like it Out of my hands My Hands If they If they Even find it I know that nothing is free What a price when the product is me Yet I'm told That I have no choice I know for sure that I'm strong enough To wonder out to sea But every time that I try and go it Grabs hold of me I plead Yeah I whittle my life And hope That they like it Bahp bahp bahp Boop boop boop Out of my hands If they Even find it Boop bahp Woo Boop boop boop Ahh I know that nothing is free What a price when the product is me Yet I'm told That I have no choice