Alarm goes off, 6 AM
On more day and then weekend
Dress in the office uniform
Hairbrushes all shape and form

Through the door and cross the street
While I was trying to make up time
Buy the ticket, squeeze on the train
Eyes fixed firmly on the windowpane

Repeat again

You live inside this machine
Nothing ever slows down
The slate will always wipe clean
You seem to make up (???)

Alarm goes off, 5 PM
Before the after-work wind down
No one's gonna hang around
Target failure to the drown

Bottle spirits sinking fast
Another one rising at last
The self assured never scar
Their pride will heal with (???)

You live inside this machine
Nothing ever slows down
The slate will always wipe clean
You seem to make up (???)