Wageslave
by
Nathanael Smith

Tripping on my own feet
Running the daily grind
Sitting alone in my cubicle seat
All alone I lose my mind
Probing for answers that I cannot find
Probing for answers and losing my mind

Grinning, the walls close in
Leering to see the pain in my eyes
My patience, my peace is wearing thin
I'll haunt the demon in this disguise