Songtexte that_feeling_ - [pseudonym]

Yesterday, I felt trapped for the first time
I felt hopeless and felt like my
Actions were irrelevant and I was property of someone else
Stripped of my identity; an item on a conveyor belt
Just a piece in a machine taking orders from other parts
My chest was replaced with gears and cogs for my beating heart
I became one with the belts, blades, and motors
I don't get to think when I am not the controller
I don't understand how people can call this life
Repeat the same steps every day, make sure it all fits right
The breath on the back of my neck, I feel it getting stronger
When I try to measure time
Somehow it gets longer
The clock is running slow and my patience is running thin
And there's pressure from all sides to take it on the chin
And I can't help but wonder
Maybe I'm missing my prime
Because yesterday I felt trapped for the very first time

I'm not real
What's the point of feeling
This isn't living I can't fight this feeling
I'm just a shell of a man I need some filling
I can't find happiness where is that feeling

While the world's asleep, I wake in my bed of sorrow
Monotony's redundancy creates a living hollow
I follow the orders as wallow in my shallow life of auto pilot
Flying with the wind just like a swallow
And I swallow my individualism as the gestapo
Watches my every move
To make sure I don't blow like the Apollo
And so when a new comes I don't say hello
Because I hate being collared and suppressing my Picasso

He's been

By himself just about most of his life
Goes home from a day of solitude
To a nagging wife
And this is the cycle
This is existence
Just taking up space and breathing, but lacking subsistence
Not substantial
Just financial
And man who is dismantled and he's in too deep now so
He'll refuse to hit cancel

I'm not real
What's the point of feeling
This isn't living I can't fight this feeling
I'm just a shell of a man I need some filling
I can't find happiness where is that feeling