Witch-hunt - Life In A Box lyrics

Every morning's like a funeral procession- And we're the dead- Abysmal retrogression- How do you earn a living in a life you didn't ask for?- How do you earn your living when your life's already over?- Suffer.- I didn't ask for this but now that it's mine now one's taking it away.- Every morning- Wake up red-eyed- Future constricts my throat- Always thinking about tomorrow- Never enjoy the day- The carrot always dangles- Swept up in a mindless tedium- Cradle. Cubicle. Coffin.- Thank you for your service- You'll become storage when your deemed useless- Suffer.-I didn't ask for this but now that it's mine no one's taking it away- Work and worth are two very different things- Whether the collar's blue or white the master still grips the leash- Pressured into the "real world" pf stillborn goals and dreams- Red tape stifles the alternative so we fade into mediocrity- But it's up to you and me- It's life or d**h.