Letras
Alarm goes off like a warning shot
Another day I pretend I'm not
Borrowed sleep, rented breath
Counting hours like a slow-burn death
Mirror says "you'll be fine today"
My face says "nice lie you play"
Shoes tie tight like a quiet oath
To give my time, not my hope
If money lost its grip tonight
This whole damn system would lose its bite
No alarms, no fake "how are you"
No selling my mind for something new
Work, we bow to it, heads down low
But no one asks where the years all go
They call it purpose, call it pride
I call it fear dressed up real nice
Breakroom laughs with a hollow sound
Dreams talk soft so they're not found
Job titles like prescription drugs
Keeps you calm while it eats your lungs
They say "flexible", they say "free"
As long as you bend permanently
Smile trained like facial code
Good little human, carry the load
They say "this is how adults survive"
Funny how survival killed the vibe
If money lost its grip tonight
This whole damn system would lose its bite
No bosses playing prophet games
No "team player", no quiet shame
Work, we praise it, like it's divine
While it chews through the best of our time
Clock's a parasite strapped to my wrist
Every tick like "you still here, bitch"
Selling focus, selling youth
For KPIs and watered truth
Motivation talks like a cult
"All pressure makes diamonds", that's an insult
Inbox screaming like it's alive
Urgent emails about nothing at five
Meetings stacked like Tetris blocks
Talking in circles 'til the spirit drops
They say "lean in", they say "adapt"
Funny how adaption snapped my back
Badge says "name", system says "replace"
You're unique till you slow the pace
Every raise feels like hush money
Just enough to keep you running
If cash lost magic overnight
Watch productivity drop like a light
We were chaos, we were loud
Now we ask permission to be proud
I don't hate effort, don't get it twisted
I hate effort that's never gifted
Burnout's normal, rest is weak
If you stop grinding, you must be sick
So praise the grind, praise the grind
Till thinking for yourself is a crime
If money lost its grip tonight
This whole damn system would lose its bite
We'd quit politely or burn the script
Depends how long we've swallowed it
Work, we worship it, blood and bone
Still wonder why we feel alone
This isn't laziness, don't get it wrong
It's grief for the life that could've been strong
We didn't quit dreams, they were sold
Piece by piece, before we got old
So if one day you feel that crack
That quiet thought of "I want me back"
That's not failure, that's the sign
You were never meant to live online