I Got Fired (Like Inferno) [Live]

How many months have slipped by silently?
Grain by bitter grain slips through his hands
Single person portraits line the walls
Lead-weight hearted, before the door he stands

The only voice he hears throughout the day
Endless clockwork, tick and tocking away
And so it goes, and goes and goes and goes
Creeping loneliness and slow decay

Predictable, unrelent-ing
The American Dream
Living a life counterfeit
Barely scraping by, is it worth it?

We all wake up slowly and surely
Every day passing by all the same
Wake up, work, then go home, go to sleep
Don't comply any longer, ready your aim

We form a moment to swell the span of view
Clockwork robots glitch mechanically
Loose your grip on how reality runs
Open your eyes, call it as you see

Throngs and masses of bloodshot eyes
Each donning firm disguis-es
Hide the affliction, don't quit
Is it fucking worth it?

Tear servitude as a necessity for life at its seams, burn the molds we are told to fit inside
We don't have to keep living staring at the fragments left beneath broken, sunken spirits
Rend your box asunder, my friends, it was only ever a cage they forced you in
Needless separations you must destroy if we have any chance of building again