In order to get you away from thinking
The label and place you as lazy
Although it’s all together crazy
Nothing can be born without thought
A system created strategically
To keep you and place you in line
Don’t you dare look past the horizon
If you do it’s a social crime
The idea is to work nine to five
Now anything less would be tragic
As the government makes disappear
Your paycheck as if it were a magic
Economy strong and growing
Though few can get out of debt
With taxes soon overflowing
With credit maximized with regret
Open the options
Make us all slaves to a never-ending economy
Though who are those that profit from our ways?
The few are the ones with our money
Knock on the door
All from home it starts
Created rich insecurities
A life gone through
We can’t see in the dark
Though to no light we approach an unfolding
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