They hired my mind
seduced by words kind
harnessed my flesh by default
now I spend all my days
in this growing rat maze
away from the sun, in work's vault
they gave me some tasks
I do more than they ask
but they wanted my soul out from me
and my hate of this place
leads to a disgrace
and oh, how I yearn to be free!
I travel in fright
both morning and night
like sheep or some cattle hemmed in
to meet needs of the body
my work is now shoddy
and I long for a place, I can win
but soon I'll be leaving
and I won't be grieving
the loss of this life called to be
and then I'll have fun
earn a place in the sun
be quit of this corporate slav'ry.
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