Lyrics

(Strophe)

Wake up early, hit the grind,
Work all day, just stay behind.
Buy a car to drive to work,
Pay for gas, it’s such a perk.
Dreams of sunsets, trips, and wine,
Burn in fumes of ninety-nine.
Filling up, the tank runs dry,
Chasing tails, we live to buy.




(Refrain)

Run for fun, round and round,
Hamster wheels don’t touch the ground.
Laugh it off, we're doing fine,
Dancing in the daily grind.



(Strophe)

Stock the fridge with food to spare,
It rots away, we just don’t care.
Bugs in snacks, plastic in drinks,
It’s gourmet trash, or so they think.
Light a smoke, but here’s the twist,
They’ll tax your lungs, deny your bliss.
Spice the air with scented lies,
Smile masks hide the world's disguise.




(Refrain)

Run for fun, round and round,
Hamster wheels don’t touch the ground.
Laugh it off, we're doing fine,
Dancing in the daily grind.




(Bridge)

Half my pay goes to the state,
Warm my box with fleeting hate.
Kids in dreams, but who’s to care?
Fake a sunbeam in despair.




(Strophe)

Screens proclaim the seasons’ plan,
Who needs grass when you’re the fan?
Apocalypse, it’s all the rage,
Fear is free, so set the stage.
Counting days with coins to spare,
To buy a life that isn’t there.
Round and round, the wheels won’t break,
A shiny spin on what’s at stake.




(Refrain)

Run for fun, round and round,
Hamster wheels don’t touch the ground.
Laugh it off, we're doing fine,
Dancing in the daily grind.
Round and round, the circus plays,
Same old tune on brighter days.
Burn the wheel and watch it glow,
Freedom's just another show.