My biggest lie,
Is my image at work.
An industrious being.
A diligent soul.

I shower my hours,
Like sprinkles on candy.
To an office that shuts,
Its doors on my feet.

The brainwashed child,
Of the lazy generation,
We're expected to overcompensate,
For their misbehaven.  

The life we live,
For a plaque and a desk,
The **** we take,
For a life of unrest.

They sell us dreams,
We can't afford,
Then make us slaves,
To free our souls.

The man is evil,
An awful beast.
He tells you how to live,
So buy us to break free.

The world is polluted,
There is no respite.
Every passion bought,
Every dream's got a price.

So punch those keys,
And get back to work.
Let's be frank,
It's the devil's world.