Bent On Profit - Choke

Stagnant lives

All kept in place

By those who say

9−5 makes them stronger

They say the same shit everyday

They don’t even know their names

Forgotten in false promises of reaching so much more

Silent cries

Drowned inside

Conditional minds

Bent on profits of the day

Seems all will has been erased

By the rules they will not break

They’re taught to expect an empty life

Can you blame them

Blinders blocking out all other direction

Their shattered dreams are kept in place

By the certainty the routine keep always makes them

Follow through with full intent on keeping up

With those ahead

Trade their lives for endless races

Awaiting the time their oppression will end