Spring Exit

They don’t pay us enough to think

And we’re on the brink

Wasted time and wasted youth

And we’re on the brink

What you see you don’t touch

That don’t bother us much

Living in the gray city

You can call it your home

If you’re faithful to the drone

Living in the gray city

I don’t feel like lying here today

I don’t think we’re living off your pay

There is nothing left to see

Realizing nothing is free