Open the door
What do you see?
A man standing silent,
At university
Down on the floor
What do you see?
A man with a game plan,
A corporate dream
They're telling you to go deprive
The things that make you feel alive
They don't want it tied
Open the door
What do you see?
A man with his conscience,
Sapped out of him
Down on the floor
What do you see?
It's broken his ironside,
This corporate dream
They're telling you to go deprive
The things that make you feel alive
They don't want it tied
They're telling you to run a show
That you're not just some 'Average Joe'
But we won't let go
Its breaking us, breaking us
It's one too far, its one too far
It's shaking us, shaking us
But here we are, and here we are
Grab hold of this, hold of this
Don't let go
To terrorise, terrorise
Is your disguise, is your disguise
To realise, realise
Is your demise, is your demise
Grab hold of this, hold of this
Don't let go