Part Of The Machine

Just another face in the crowd, wandering towards obscurity
Driven by dull desires of a worn out routine
Stagnant in the suffocating silence of emotional exile
A fugitive from freedom surrenders to mediocrity

A helpless voice starting to sink
You could make a choice
But you never learned to think

Weary and weakened victims fall prey
To vague ideals and passionless play
Systematic spontaneity in synchronized society

Immersed in the cause, the call of the day
Sacrificed inner needs, give way
To shared individuality in collective reality

A spirit of belonging satisfies your longing
But the truth is never seen
False sense of freedom grows
But dependency shows your part of the machine

A hopeless choice searching for someone real
You could find that voice but you never learned to feel