Worktripper

'Is the glass half full or empty?'
'Is this a routine kind of trip?', I asked you
You're like a bee buzzing in this disarray
You find your nectar and you pollinate
So quick: you're stingray
Rivals in a daze
Came first today in the competition rat race
Kept your resolve and your instinct intact
Trampled to victory
Didn't give up the chase
It made you feel better and forget all of what makes you
Empty
Just another face amongst the plenty
Money
You would be sad if you hadn't got your plaything
Clap your hands, you're on the journey
Every day is the same old story
Clap your hands, you're on the journey
Every day is the same old story
It's such a bittersweet dream
I'm making jigsaws of society
And like a fly caught in a spider web
You're still alive but you're almost dead
We walk in twos, filed in these straight lines
The humming tune of steps sounding in time
I'm far away from my true vocation
Travelling through this tube to the same location
It sucks you in and spits you out
It uses up your energy until you've become
Empty
Just another face amongst the plenty
Money
You would be sad if you hadn't got your plaything
Clap your hands, you're on the journey
Every day is the same old story
Clap your hands, you're on the journey
Every day is the same old story