Circles

Your days are numbered
Your life is short
A clockwork existence is
What you are taught

Why be a robot
A cog in their machine?
Why be a robot
From birth until death?

Escape the circle

Getting up early to do it again
Yesterday was shit
And today is the same
Empty faces in empty rooms
Clock-watching servants to
Fat laughing masters



Credits
Writer(s): Dede Duson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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