Concrete Cage

Alarm clock screams, trading hours for synthetic life. Pavement slick, a million footsteps

marching fast. Just a cog in the wheel, keeping the great machine fed.

Manufactured purpose hammered into my head. I see the lines of the

grid, the fences built of fear. They sell us freedom packaged in

a glossy box. But we're just stacking bricks and counting ticking clocks. Oh,

I'm a slave to the system locked in a concrete cage. Flipping through the

pages of a predetermined stage. With a smile that's mandated, and a soul

that's worn thin. Just another number. When does the real me begin? Shackled by the