Ever get the feeling
Like you've hit the ceiling
Like you're always sitting down or kneeling
Guess your heart is beating
But you don't really feel alive
Sleepwalking 9-to-5
Humanity compromised
If you're feeling like another little piece of the machine
Another number without a name
Shut down with me!
We are the dysfunction
The virus, the malfunction
The roaches underground
To kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
We are the resistance
A wrench thrown in the system
We are the sound of spirit
So kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
And maybe, and maybe, and maybe you'll hear it
Shut down with me!
Getting tired of all this
Running without purpose
We're not meant to feel so fucking useless
Guess I'm barely breathing
But I don't really feel alive
In this undead suburbia
My human mind mechanized
I refuse to be another little piece of the machine
Another number without a name
Shut down with me
We are the dysfunction
The virus, the malfunction
The roaches underground
To kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
We are the resistance
A wrench thrown in the system
We are the sound of spirit
So kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
Shut it down
Come on, come on, come on
I refuse to contribute another cell to the growth of this cancer
I dedicate myself to the pursuit of value
You can't express with a number on your fucking spreadsheets
We are the dysfunction
The virus, the malfunction
The roaches underground
To kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
We are the resistance
A wrench thrown in the system
We are the sound of spirit
So kill the machine, kill the machine
Kill the machine, kill the machine
Shut it down!
