Stare at the walls when there's nobody here
Pull down the shades, 'cause I hate the sunshine
Every day turns out just like the last
Someday it will stop and nothing much will really change
And I am just part of the hive
Parts are replaced when machines start to break
Eventually winding up on the scrap pile
And what makes you so different that anyone will notice when you're gone?
I won't change nothing at all
Just another maggot in the pile
Free will is irrelevant
Just a weird coincidence
Busy monkeys with busy delusions
Just another maggot in the pile
