the robots march in line to get to work because it's almost punch-in time the daily grind has each day scripted each move predicted we've traded in our lives for deadlines only met with overtime and for each hous they own us we work towars our bonus we've been following the script for so long we forgot who we are just another day nothing ever changes out dreams replaced with routine how did my life become 9 to 5? let's shake hands and talk statistics as we try our best to act pretentious this is what big shots do because they're better than you I still smile every day and make believe that life was meant to be this way but inside I'm starving for something real for something I can feel we've been following the script for so long we forgot who we are just another day nothing ever changes out dreams replaced with routine how did my life become 9 to 5? it comes down to: work. eat. sleep. repeat we can onlu work this shift for so long