Fast Food Jungle

Late Night shift, under the neon glow flipping patties, moving fast, moving slow Dreams in the fryer, ambition on the rise But every dollar feels like a prison in disguise Sipping iced coffee, feeling the weight Clock ticks slowly, at this golden gate (gate) In this fast-food jungle, where hope's hard to find Chasing our dreams, leaving shadows behind Salted fries and whispers, we're losing our way Life on a platter, slowly fading away Order after order, no end in sight Plastic smiles, worn in the fluorescent light Flashes of laughter, but shadows loom near on the edge of chaos, hiding the fear Behind the counter, we work in a trance Living our lives, never given a chance In this fast-food jungle, where hope's hard to find Chasing our dreams, leaving shadows behind Salted fries and whispers, we're losing our way Life on a platter, slowly fading away We'll rise from the grease, break free from the chain In this mclife, we'll find our own reign Order after order, no end in sight Plastic smiles, worn in the fluorescent light Flashes of laughter, but shadows loom near on the edge of chaos, hiding the fear Behind the counter, we work in a trance Living our lives, never given a chance In this fast-food jungle, where hope's hard to find Chasing our dreams, leaving shadows behind Salted fries and whispers, we're losing our way Life on a platter, slowly fading away No rise from the grease, break free from the chain In this mclife, we'll find our own reign No rise from the grease, break free from the chain In this mclife, we'll find our own reign