I am the body sans its soul I am dressed in fancy work attire I glow like any gentleman's body I look like the master of my world
I step into the ergonomical work world Only that in real it's a glass walled Colosseum
There is a Caesar up there in a throne There are lot of cheers for me But at the end of the day I am just a slave dressed up as gladiator
The arena is set; mud covers yesterday's blood Gods of the sky, be around Soak up my sweat if I live through the day Soak up my blood, if I dont make it that way.
The fight is on, villains galore Sometimes they are the warriors dressed up in gold Some times they are the monstrous beasts thirsty for my blood Either ways it is a battle for life and bread.
The day is coming to close.. Doesn't matter whether I win or lose I end up kneeling down At the end of Caesar's throne
What will the Caesar do now? Doesn't matter any how I have to return here tomorrow Without my soul in tow