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 pa*sionless 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