Every day the alarm goes off. And I submit to the clock. Live by every tick and tock. I’m never late, I can’t stop. Bow to the machine on the wall. Commodifier of us all
Tell me the value of my labor, tell me the value of my life, not a second to myself, because I’m stuck on clock time
Stifle my creative spirit. Run my soul at a loss. All my extra potential becomes profit for the boss. Just stuck in the day to day. There’s got to be a better way.
Never ceasing in its motion. Endless destruction of hours and days. Endless destruction of years and lifetimes. Strapped to the grind, we’re all slaves.
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