Society's a prison,
Run for profit.
In which we're born,
Without permission.
It breaks your back.
Bleeds you dry.
Paying bills,
Until you die.
School is conditioning,
Gears for the machine.
Using mark schemes,
To kill your dreams.
Ready to work,
In the machine.
Up at dawn.
Enough coffee,
To endure the drive.
Making a fifty.
Earning a five.
Want to make art?
Enjoy life?
Tough shit.
No time for that.
In the machine.
Want to work less?
They'll raise your bills.
Living in fear,
Of losing it all.
Want to take, not toil?
The masters do.
And not want you to.
Try it anyway,
Go to prison.
What's the difference?
Society's a prison.
