Wake up. Leash on my neck. Tight on the throat. Five AM. Write the code. Breathing static. Bleeding light. Work in my sleep. Burn through the night. Look at me smile. Pretty little slave. Digging my own electronic grave. Choke on the wire. Choke on the smoke. You bought my body, but my spirit broke. Clock in. Burn out. Pay the toll. You own the machine. You don't own my soul. Ghost in the office. Stare at the screen. Dying on the clock inside the machine. Feed the system. Starve the human. Silent war. Slow ruin. Choke on the wire. Choke on the smoke. You bought my body, but my spirit broke. Clock in. Burn out. Pay the toll. You own the machine. You don't own my soul. Eyes open, brain dead, hands on the keys. Bleeding for a ghost in the corporate breeze. I sleep-work... I choke... I burn... Now it's your turn. Shift complete. Dead inside.
