Routine

You get to work
Never too late
Standing in line
Fulfill your fate
You will do
As you've been told
Nothing new
But you get old
Don't be creative
Stick to the plan
You think you're native
But that's a scam
There is no place
There is no doubt
Unready to race
They'll kick you out
Won't you turn around
To change your blinkered attitude
Entirity allowed
You'd never grow out of your root
If time was just a line
No desicion left to face
What if it comes to space?
Neither god, nor men know
What is good for you
You still want tho'
That somthing is leading you
Coocking step by step
A Weekly oatmeal soup
You'd never regret
Cause you did, what you should
Roaring machine
Commits crime without intention
In your daily routine
Shun any exception
God has no play
You have no say
When Effecting a sin
You'd not even know were you've been -
Deduced from their cause
You dind't made a pause
In the space of thoughts
Won't you turn around
To change your blinkered attitude
Entirity allowed
You'd never grow out of your root
If time was just a line
No desicion left to face
What if it comes to space?
Only by reflection we can see
How free we realy can be
If we give up to understand
Or do you think that you can't
Choose for yourself instead
Living on someone else's back
It's never to late to learn
Check these lines now
If there is anything you need to do
Is to find your own god damn way through
You got to
Give up your destiny
You got to
Answer who you want to be
You got to
Reconsider the things you do
You got to
Find out what good means to you