I'm sick of people with clocks for eyes
and suits for skin.
The people with their bluetooth attached to their ears
and all go to starbucks before work and wait in line for that venti triple espresso.
They drive their european cars with their fast trak passes and all leather intereior.
They pay for their bills with that fat check
and fall asleep forgetting about their true
aspirations and ambitions in life.
They wake up, head down on that desk in that cubicle,
wishing their dreams would come true. |