Machine - Resurgence

There’s that ringing — it’s time to face the day

Alarm clock singing — it’s time to pay my way

I am just a number — nothing but a wage

And every day I wake up — nothing seems to change

Punch in, punch out, life’s a monotonous roundabout

Tax this, tax that, keep their corporate wallets fat

Sell yourself off for that wage

Just to finance your own grave

My blood — worth nothing

My sweat — worth nothing

My time — worth nothing

My life — worth nothing

So how did we end up here?

Mindless machines controlled by fear

We’re waiting for that cheque to cash

Or for the system to collapse

I have contempt for the suit and tie

I have hatred for the 9 to 5

I am struggling just to make a dime

I am sick and tired of always asking why I never have the fucking time

Will I ever be more than a rental?

Will I ever be anything at all?