Playing the extra

Working from 9-5 and I tell myself: "Don't wanna die"
Struck in the routine I'm living in past, the future, never the present time
I wake up, I get up, I shave and I tell myself: "It'll be O.K. someday"
I get out, it is cold and I'm scared that I'll never gonna make it out of here

I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to

Working from 9-5 and think it just like doing time
I hate to take orders, to feel like a slave but I was told that this is the only way
Out there and in here I feel so alone, move on, move along or be left on your own
I work here, I live here, I die here I know, so many times they told me so

I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to

What about everything that we talked about???
What about all the plans that we made???
What about the dreams that we had???
What about living this way???

I don't know the word reification but I feel exactly what it means
Cos it seems that the importance of commodities so much bigger than me
So I buy it, it buy me and then I'm sold, worth nothing or at least so I'm told
I eat it, it eats me, it swallow me whole, everything's so out of control

I see -- I feel you -- I see -- Cos I feel the same way to
Cos I feel the same way to
Cos I feel the same way to
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