Digits

Tallied the system doesn't care if your accounted for
The work is your life's existance its no job or chore
Complete the task or rott in a hole somwhere
Care it not of ye be weak, sick or crying

All it knows is the numerical digits
That you produce that is who you are
To the corporation you don't mean a thing
Exist to enslave you are a middle class 3rd world
And your eyes are closed just like the machine's
For just like it your neighboors mean less than nothing

Numbers and street are their names
And so your heart watches afraid of pain
Sinking into the fear of knowing nothing other than digits
But hey, I could be very fucking wrong
So look around you and crown the king yourself
Is it you, the digits or the machine

Everyone moving around me
Speaking but really saying nothing
Don't stir to wake them up
Hollywood magazine dreams are enough today

Numbers and street are their names
And so your heart watches your hands selfishly afraid of pain
Sinking into the fear of knowing nothing other than digits
But hey, I could be very fucking wrong
So look around you and crown the king yourself
Is it you, the digits or the machine
Turn on your heart reveal for yourself what is truth and real