On the edge of tomorrow
I am a factory worker
I wear what’s given to me
And I smile when prompted.
On the edge of tomorrow
I’ve never dared to dream
Of a wild outback
Where animals run free.
On the edge of tomorrow
I have left all my reason
With a command of salutations
And two badges of compliance.
On the edge of tomorrow
My routines are commands
My strategy is an order
And I die for a code.