Corporate Ladder Match - With the Punches

Stuck in this stupid hell hole from 9 to 5

Chasing my dreams to survive

Now I’m sure to you this seems like just a fantasy

Some might say that I woke up

On the wrong side of the bed

Rather feel a barrel to my head

Than to fake contentment

But I could care less if you get this

'Cause by now I’m breaking out

I just stopped pretending that there’s more for me

Within these four white walls than my misery

No matter what they say they can’t control my brain

'Cause I still reserve the right to dream and breathe

You let your lies cut through blue eyes

And they bought it all right down to the bated breath

That you seem to hold

But by now this game is getting old

And you can’t hide the fact you’ve got no spine

But with this lit match and kerosene I clearly draw the line

Stand back and watch this burn to the ground

You shook off all my warnings like you never heard a sound

But I could care less if you get this

'Cause by now I’m breaking out

We don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way

To cross the Atlantic Ocean

It never seemed so far away

I said we don’t know where we’re going but we’re on our way

To cross the Atlantic Ocean

It never seemed so far away