Corporate Ladder Match (With the Punches)

Stuck in this dim lit hell hole from 9 to 5 Chasing my dreams to survive I'm sure to you this seems like just a fantasy Some might say that I woke up On the wrong side of the bed I'd rather feel a barrel to my head Than to fake contentment And I could care less if you get this 'Cause by now I'm breaking out I just stopped pretending that there's more for me Within these four white walls than my misery No matter what they say they can't control my brain 'Cause I still reserve the right to dream and breathe You let your lies cut through blue eyes And they bought it all right down to the bated breath That you seem to hold But by now this game is getting old And you can't hide the fact you've got no spine So with this lit match and kerosene I clearly draw the line Stand back and watch this burn to the ground You shook off all my warnings like you never heard a sound But I could care less if you get this 'Cause by now I'm breaking out We don't know where we're going but we're on our way To cross the Atlantic Ocean It never seemed so far away