☆ slave ☆

i'd like to wax on

my wings now

to feel

to see

to be

this isnt where i want to be

the future feels

like a mechnical machine

a number on a screen

documentary on TV

and i'm wondering 

which type of contestant

i will be

i want to fly far away

where i'm not sick

and roofs are blue

where i can live

and life can be true

empty faces

fake-nice voices

wrong minded 

wrong choices

this life

makes me nauseous

lost in a swirl

a swirl of endless office

nothing to offer

forever and ever

until I fall over 

i sold my life to the contract

it contracts my hours

and give me paper for the hassle

a number on the shoulder

wrap me in polyester 

and tell me its natural

they tell me to step in line

wait for my time

to not be around

stample my lips

and glue my eyes

i am a slave

to the state

i am a slave

to the rat race

to walls and fences 

i cant escape