I don’t believe in nine to five,
It makes me feel un-alive.
Who are you to judge my thoughts?
You are workers, just robots.
Call me dumb, call me lazy,
Call me selfish, call me crazy.
I don’t mind cuz it’s not true,
Now lets make the focus on you.
You’re stuck at a job that’s hated.
Your beliefs are over-rated.
Look at you, you and your crew,
Self regrets and feeling blue.
Its stuck in your head,
Dread before bed.
If only your thoughts were mine.
Your happiness isn’t real.
You take it from others, you steal.
Compare yourselves to the unemployed,
Obviously bound to feel overjoyed.
Your goals are low and your dreams are gone,
Anyone beneath you is kicked to the john.
You are to blame for societal slavery.
Your stupid ethics made financial hatery,
Do as your told, become a crawler,
Work for the rich, receive a dollar.
Monopolies win and who is to blame?
You and your values, what a shame.
You’re a slave, an under-achiever.
I’m a dreamer, a true-believer.