Eason Wang - Industry of Man Lyrics

Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up

Why is everything just the same?
How is everyone so tame?
Everybody's life is so lame
Chasing for cash and for fame
Following the same schedule
Wake up go to work come back and go to sleep
People don't wanna refuel
Rake through all the work all sad and not at ease
Seven billion babies
Two are sucking on juuls, few are playing with jewels
A few thousand making the rules
But they're all being fools
Go to school just to become a tool
In the prize pool if you are kinda cool
Most are ruled and work like a mule
Others rule and consume the fuel
C-grade products mass produced
A-grade products passed n' abused
Only with good intentions
Once drew attention
Good people beaten and bruised
People's minds won't fuse
Don't know the truth
A tooth for a tooth
They will not truce
The world is crude
People are doing the same damn things
And they all just

Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up

I don't want to follow the norms
I just want to make my own forms
I like to go through cold and warm
I like to go through lots of storms
I wanna reform, don't like to deform
I gotta read more, so I can inform
Be warned, so lucky to be born
But u can't reborn
So before you get worn down and torn down
Just smash your ornaments, smash your porn
No more adorn, no more conform
Don't be scornful and mournful
Pore full of sores
Pull yourself out of thorns
Yield some corn
Life is not boredom, not chores
It ain't got scores it got doors
Not bought for, it's fought for
So if you haven't sought you cannot soar
Why be so hollow? Be like Gatsby
Surrounded by foul dust but still happy
High as you may go, you don't have dreams
Eyes already closed, truth won't be seen
Self-inflicted pain, use morphine
The world is toxic, breathin' pure chlorine (ah)
Less and less sleeping, no more dream (ah)
More and more weeping, no meaning

Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up and sleep

(Whoo)
Forces of life were set in motion
(Whoo)
Now it might be stopped by explosion
People living their empty lives
Don't give a crap, just tap all the light
Until covered by night they will not fright
And die not knowing who held the knife
Am I wrong or am I right?
Future ain't bright, there's not much light
I'd rather pick a fight with this world
Than to submit with fright, no delight
Ode to night, I see a horrible sight
The light of day hide behind haze
The smite of rage by techs in cage
Bought a bay? gotta pay. caught a prey? gotta slay
Sought a raise? gotta wait. wanna hate? Not a great idea

Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up, and sleep
Wake up. Dress up. Pack up, and leave
Pull up. Go up. Wash up and sleep

The beat's in a loop nothing is changing
Just cheat and stoop nobody cares
Why the chasing? Hopeless like before
What is it that we fight for?