Industry of Man

Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up Why is everything just the same? How is everyone so tame? Everybody's life is so lame Chasing for cash and for fame Following the same schedule Wake up go to work come back and go to sleep People don't wanna refuel Rake through all the work all sad and not at ease Seven billion babies Two are sucking on juuls, few are playing with jewels A few thousand making the rules But they're all being fools Go to school just to become a tool In the prize pool if you are kinda cool Most are ruled and work like a mule Others rule and consume the fuel C-grade products mass produced A-grade products passed n' abused Only with good intentions Once drew attention Good people beaten and bruised People's minds won't fuse Don't know the truth A tooth for a tooth They will not truce The world is crude People are doing the same damn things And they all just Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up I don't want to follow the norms I just want to make my own forms I like to go through cold and warm I like to go through lots of storms I wanna reform, don't like to deform I gotta read more, so I can inform Be warned, so lucky to be born But u can't reborn So before you get worn down and torn down Just smash your ornaments, smash your porn No more adorn, no more conform Don't be scornful and mournful Pore full of sores Pull yourself out of thorns Yield some corn Life is not boredom, not chores It ain't got scores it got doors not bought for, it's fought for So if you haven't sought you cannot soar Why be so hollow? Be like Gatsby Surrounded by foul dust but still happy High as you may go, you don't have dreams Eyes already closed, truth won't be seen Self-inflicted pain, use morphine The world is toxic, breathin' pure chlorine (ah) Less and less sleeping, no more dream (ah) More and more weeping, no meaning Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up and sleep (Whoo) Forces of life were set in motion (Whoo) Now it might be stopped by explosion People living their empty lives Don't give a crap, just tap all the light Until covered by night they will not fright And die not knowing who held the knife Am I wrong or am I right? Future ain't bright, there's not much light I'd rather pick a fight with this world Than to submit with fright, no delight Ode to night, I see a horrible sight The light of day hide behind haze The smite of rage by techs in cage Bought a bay? gotta pay. caught a prey? gotta slay Sought a raise? gotta wait. wanna hate? Not a great idea Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave Pull up. Go up. Wash up and sleep The beat's in a loop nothing is changing Just cheat and stoop nobody cares Why the chasing? Hopeless like before What is it that we fight for?