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Living in the Matrix
by Blake Gorman
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At five o'clock, I board the subway
I'm heading up to high-ground
Morning's waking, streets are shaking
Everyone's running around
Seen in sight are the highest scrapers
Going up all around
Nobody's talking, everyone's walking
To a nine-to-five dead-end job
My placement staged for a tiny window
Geometric cubicles
The work is done, not seeing the sun
I'm staring at a little machine
On the verge of breaking down
Stressed called upon the wire
Then I hit the bar at the end of the night
Before the final stretch of time to retire
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
The very next morning, a little pep in my step
A second round of coffee is made
I'm ready to go for another hour
As long as I'm still getting paid
I haven't seen my boss in years
Caribbean holidays
He's the first to point at the smallest mistake
From the leisure of the southern days
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
I barely make enough to live
To pass the test of staying alive
I have no time to call it mine
No energy inside
I'd love the chance to dream again
But this truth won't let me be
I have to slave my time away
For each and every other day
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
At five o'clock, I board the subway
I'm heading up to high-ground
Morning's waking, streets are shaking
Everyone's running around
Seen in sight are the highest scrapers
Going up all around
Nobody's talking, everyone's walking
To a nine-to-five dead-end job
My placement staged for a tiny window
Geometric cubicles
The work is done, not seeing the sun
I'm staring at a little machine
On the verge of breaking down
Stressed called upon the wire
Then I hit the bar at the end of the night
Before the final stretch of time to retire
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
The very next morning, a little pep in my step
A second round of coffee is made
I'm ready to go for another hour
As long as I'm still getting paid
I haven't seen my boss in years
Caribbean holidays
He's the first to point at the smallest mistake
From the leisure of the southern days
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
I barely make enough to live
To pass the test of staying alive
I have no time to call it mine
No energy inside
I'd love the chance to dream again
But this truth won't let me be
I have to slave my time away
For each and every other day
Living in the matrix
Trying to get by
Trying to find
Trying to find a sign
To get the hell outta' here
