This is the soundtrack to your life This is where it all begins Your conscience tried Your conscience has failed You're going nowhere fast Another track pleace On the wrong track, step back please You're going nowhere fast Another track please Another Monday, another week of hell And it means little to you If anything at all And it says even less of you This is the sound of the rest of your life This is the soundtrack to the rest of your life And it's ending one track at a time Disrobe the occupant of your mind Reclaim your life Opening your eyes is one of the hardest things to do But it's your life 40 hours a week and nothing to show 40 hours a week and no way to grow Is this all that you're fucking made off? Slave away, meaningless I know you're more than this