Put on the costume
Go pretend you're fine
Button pressing chicken
It gets easier with time
Static crackle of the uniform
Shackle of the soul
Stamps me with 'Corporate Whore'
And just makes me feel cold
Endless disarray
Just destroys your soul
Nothings ever good enough
Just do what your told
Claustrophobic like a prison
Count the hours till your home
Pray you don't grow old here
Like the others that you've known.