[108] Monday's Chain / rutina (acabarla)

[Verse] Punch the clock drag my feet through Dante's circles every day's inferno Hamlet whispers is this all true? Same old grind same hellish ball and chain though [Verse 2] Factory bells scream it's Sisyphus's plight Kerouac's roads closed all flight denied Grim faced Stevens day turns into night Shuffling papers dreams are crucified [Chorus] Where's the spark where's the shine Homer's tales spinning in my mind Escape the mundane draw the line Every tick tock another promise unkind [Verse 3] On lunch break just another gray nuance Orwell's shadow creeping in the silence Minds eroded dreams in nonchalance All lost like Gatsby's faded radiance [Verse 4] Late afternoon Kafkaesque in toil Bureaucracy's maze shredded hopes in the coil Reality bites Camus's rebellion roil Staring at the screen lost upon the soil [Chorus] Where's the spark where's the shine Homer's tales spinning in my mind Escape the mundane draw the line Every tick tock another promise unkind [Electric Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Break the mold fight the decay Faulkner's echoes in disarray Ditch the chains escape the fray Run wild like Wolfe wander away [Chorus] Where's the spark where's the shine Homer's tales spinning in my mind Escape the mundane draw the line Every tick tock another promise unkind