[Verse 1] Fluorescent lights hum like a dying machine Staring at the spreadsheet on a flickering screen Inbox overflowing, coffee's running cold Trading away our spirits for the promises we're sold Another meeting that could have been a mail Trapped inside the cubicle, a modern-day jail [Pre-Chorus] The clock is ticking but the hands don't move Trapped in the cycle, stuck in the groove Break the shackles of the nine-to-five I need to scream just to feel alive! [Chorus] Punching the clock, we are breaking the chains! No more working for another man's gains! Burn the timesheet, tear down the wall! Listen to the battle of the cubicle call! We are more than the numbers on a slide! We won't let our souls be cast aside! [Verse 2] The printer jams again, a paper cut sting Waiting for the weekend and the freedom it will bring Passive-aggressive notes on the breakroom fridge Every single memo is a burning bridge Corporate jargon feeding the disease On our knees, begging "Please!" [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] (Screamed) Reply all! Cc! Bcc! Delete! Delete! DELETE IT ALL! [Chorus] Punching the clock, we are breaking the chains! No more working for another man's gains! Burn the timesheet, tear down the wall! Listen to the battle of the cubicle call! We are more than the numbers on a slide! We won't let our souls be cast aside! [Outro] Clocking out. Forever. [End]
