I step into the cubicle, with a sigh

I shuffle through the morning, with a minimalist's cry

I'm a slave to the clock, a prisoner of the screen

I'm stuck in this office, with no escape, it seems

I'm just a cog in the machine, a mere mortal, you know

I'm just trying to survive, until the weekend, oh

But the weekend's just a dream, and I'm still here, oh

I'm stuck in this cubicle, with no release, no way

I'm just a number, in a world of gray

I'm just a face in the crowd, with no say

I'm just another drone, in the corporate grind