[Verse 1] Slouch in the glow, screens for skin Ribs compressed like boxed-in sin Every hour just a death in wait With coffee blood and a junk-food fate Folded spines like dying snakes Backs go snap while the ego bakes Chairs are coffins with Wi-Fi You're not working - you're watching life die [Chorus] Get the hell up - you’re rusting away Your muscles are screaming, your bones decay You call this life? This stagnant grind? You’re just a ghost with an optimized mind Get the hell up - or get replaced By steel that moves with more damn grace [Verse 2] Wear a tracker like a leash Count your steps, but never reach Workout once, then brag for days While your lungs shrink in your desk cage Stretch it out, then sit some more You’re a statue made of office lore You weren’t built to fade in chairs But to run, to break, to climb, to dare [Bridge] Sedentary. Necessary. Temporary... Cemetery. (heartbeat slows…) You’re dying slowly - and calling it work [Break down tempo] [Final Chorus] Get the hell up - or get in line With every spine that snapped on time You wanna live? Then earn your breath Fight the stillness - cheat your death [Outro] Move. Stand. Jump. Burn. You were made to live So get the hell up.
