wake up

wake up pour the bitter cup

rinse repeat the cycles a beast

another morning yawning pouring potions for the basic

a psychedelic intellect but daily life is tragic

im brewing bitter liquid for these apathetic pricks

a visionary mind reduced to serving simple tricks

i blame the corporate structure for the rupture of my soul

the capitalistic cannibal that swallows workers whole

i wipe the sticky counters and i mutter under breath

this wage slave situation is a millimeter from death

i tell my friends society is keeping me confined

a victim of the minimum maliciously maligned

the uniforms a straitjacket i wear to make the rent

just trading in my sanity until the shift is spent

pour the drip bite the lip watch the hours slowly slip

blame the man curse the plan drowning in the coffee can

its a trap its a wrap caught inside the endless lap

endless lap

i hallucinate a revolution staring at the grounds

but im just making lattes while the register resounds

they say the game is rigged and yeah i preach it like a pastor

a master of the tragic tale a beautiful disaster

i swear the cosmic energy is acting as a blocker

a victim of the universe a cynical showstopper

i take another order fake a smile collect the tip

then complain about the bullshit that has got me in its grip

my heavy apron acts just like a manufactured shield

protecting me from everything i havent yet revealed

its easier to point the finger easier to whine

than acknowledge that the misery is utterly by design

the mirror in the breakroom starts to ripple and contort

the reflection is a judge and it is holding cosmic court

the excuses melt away like sugar hitting steaming water

the truth is getting louder and the atmosphere is hotter

look directly in the glass the terrifying fact is

i am the sole director of this agonizing practice

i am not a hostage to the manager or hourly wage

i bought the shiny padlock and i built the fucking cage

im hiding in the mundane cause the suffering is certain

absolutely petrified to peek behind the curtain

to execute my passion and completely tumble flat

is scarier than staying in this cozy habitat

so i untie the knot and drop the fabric to the floor

no more hiding im unlocking my own terrifying door

i am taking the responsibility stepping off the ledge

leaving behind the safety of the mediocre edge

yeah the truth is a trip

i held the keys the whole time

time to fly

time to fly