Have a Blast Periphery (Ft. Guthrie Govan)

Caught in the mundane
The day to day, it traps us so tightly
Escape the cubicle cell enslaving time of the resident slave
Just another clone stamped in the system who cannot think for yourself
OH SHIT!

It's raining pens and staples on the prisoner
Questioning our real purpose
Bury your sense of worth
Beneath the desk you call your home

Consistent overflowing with no way out
Now you're always entertaining, thoughts meandering
Ambition slowly rolling, steady, downhill
A puppet never disobeying the strings attached from hands to toes
From head to fucking toes

And it's the thrill of life that enables us to flow
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwine, to journey on as one!
Yes, it's the fear of all that keeps us on the road
Locked in the spirit's line, souls entwined, to journey on as one

Behold our creation... A walking dead
Step back and realize what you are fed
Escape the mortal mentality
It's a lesson that can't be ignored for long
My destination, it lies within the song