Life In A Box - Witch Hunt

Every morning’s like a funeral procession- And we’re the dead-

Abysmal retrogression- How do you earn a living in a life you

didn’t ask for?- How do you earn your living when your life’s

already over?- Suffer.- I didn’t ask for this but now that it’s

mine now one’s taking it away.- Every morning- Wake up red-eyed-

Future constricts my throat- Always thinking about tomorrow-

Never enjoy the day- The carrot always dangles- Swept up in a mindless tedium- Cradle.

Cubicle.

Coffin.- Thank you for your

service- You’ll become storage when your deemed useless- Suffer.-I

didn’t ask for this but now that it’s mine no one’s taking it away- Work and worth are two very different things- Whether the

collar’s blue or white the master still grips the leash- Pressured

into the «real world"pf stillborn goals and dreams- Red tape stifles

the alternative so we fade into mediocrity- But it’s up to you and me-

It’s life or death.