Like an avalanche of flesh and bones
Motion sync, blind and dumb
We walk, we walk, we walk
Like a horde of wild buffalos
Remote control, to work and home
We move, we move, we move
A fingerprint to mark arrive
A lonely seat and session start
We work, we work, we work
Six days a week we repeat
They are cannibals and we're the meal
Eyes turn red, a small headache
A minute rest and start again
We work, and work and work
Restaurant at Friday night
We can't afford so we stay at home
It's bored, it's bored, it's bored