Morning news screaming wars overseas Numbers go up while the planet’s on its knees Coffee goes cold while the screen scrolls red But rent’s still due so we go to work instead Clock in smiling like everything’s fine Selling our hours for somebody else’s climb Boss talks profit with a glittering grin While we trade youth just to barely stay in Sometimes I wonder what any of it’s for For the machine. For the score. We're all just players walking through each other's stage Going from play to play just turning the page We all follow time well into old age Singing like mimes in complacencies cage Yeah the world burns bright but we stay in our lanes Punching the clock through the thunder and flames Trying to laugh while we’re stuck in the game Still turning, turning the page Scroll past the rubble, swipe past the screams Algorithm drowning reality’s dreams Forest on fire but the market’s okay So we keep our heads down and grind through the day A billionaire launches himself to the stars While nurses are rationing bandages and scars And every exhausted commuter knows This system’s bent. But nobody slows. We wake up tired, step onto the stage Reading the script of a minimum wage We're all just players walking through each other's stage Going from play to play just turning the page We all follow time well into old age Singing like mimes in complacencies cage Yeah costumes change but the story’s the same Different actors in a rigged little game And somewhere between the debt and the wage We’re turning, turning the page Turn off the news but the noise still bleeds Through neon signs and corporate feeds “Work harder, grind harder, hustle, repeat” While the CEOs dance to the rhythm of greed We’re told be patient, be grateful, behave Be proud of the chains we’re too tired to break Consume the distraction, ignore the decay Smile politely and look the other way But somewhere inside every exhausted brain Is a quiet rebellion whispering change And the scary part? The system knows that too. So tell me honestly… Why do we keep playing? Because stopping Means admitting You were never free to begin with. We're all just players walking through each other's stage Going from play to play just turning the page We all follow time well into old age Singing like mimes in complacencies cage Yeah the lights stay bright but the truth still shows In the cracks where the quiet anger grows And maybe one day we’ll step off the stage Instead of turning the page What if the stage… Was never the prison? What if the cage Was the role we kept choosing? [sarcastic, angry cadence] Maybe the script Was always ours To refuse. We're all just players walking through each other's stage Going from play to play just turning the page We all follow time well into old age Singing like mimes in complacencies cage
