Jack Strify - Metropolis

The hammer slams to your heartbeat
Who’s the master who’s your guide?
Systems inbred and perverted
Advertising selling lies

Clock keeps tiking till it’s over
Someone’s standing in your line
Grabbing hands are on the table
Feed. Consume. Until you die.

Work
Work
Work
Work

We’re lost inside metropolis
Work, work
We’re lost inside metropolis
The judge between our hand
Our brain most be the heart

The mind is trained to be stable
Swallowing constructed lies
Constant noise keeps you from dreaming
There’s no place for you to hide

Can we remember where we come from
When the walls are painted grey
All the colors that we long for
Guarded outside of our cage

Work
Work

We’re lost inside metropolis
Work, work
We’re lost inside metropolis
The judge between our hand
Our brain most be the heart

(Work)
Work

We’re lost inside metropolis
Work, work
We’re lost inside metropolis
The judge between our hand
Our brain most be the heart

We’re lost inside metropolis
Work, work
We’re lost inside metropolis
The judge between our hand
Our brain most be the heart
Work, work
Work, work