Everyone gets lost in the wilderness sometimes
But these woods are turning to brick and grime
Try thinking of life existing outside
A sky that isn't filled with steel and plaster
Day in. Day out. Day in. Day out
These animals have only base desires
After being stripped of their spirit and fire
Their rotting bones and their gaping jaws
They're weeping alone in the bathroom stalls
I can't help but blend into this institution
So far gone in this industrial revolution
Ambition erodes down to basic needs
Gone are the days of my existential greed
These aching joints all blend into machinery
Endless tension compounding my humility
I know they only think of me as another failing product line
Day in. Day out. Day in. Day out