Wolves in sheep’s clothing the bosses wait impatiently Eager to show their true skin, restless and salivating green There is bloodshed in my dreams of pain and suffering Progress, my own dream that has destroyed me A punch of the clock – a fleeting hope, quick to forget A punch of the clock – a stagnate thought another regret A punch of the clock – betrayed A punch of the clock – enslaved Little is my progression to happiness Time is my progression to nothingness Just shut up, fall in line and take what you can get Not dead yet? Until then forever man in debt Commute, work, commute, sleep, die.