Bricks which are built from knowledge

All is mystery

music makers

noise cancellers

stress reducers

head huggers

audio aids

hearing therapists

stereo enhancers

song equalizers

ear protecters

sound boosters

Getting nowhere and I feel I’m growing old 

It’s the same cycle over again and again when will it stop

I’ve lost my sense of freedom and feel like a bubble about to pop

I’m staring out the window for a bit of feeling

As I look out, the world seems a bit misleading 

This place says we’re free but all I want is to flee

What’s the point of working if we’re barely getting by

The thought of success is just an illusion of the eye

The dread of existence, the same routine 

Nobody mentions it, we’re all just machines

Machines who are permanently glued to screens

That’s the reality you have to face it

This is the place to which you permanently commit