Unhappy or Homeless

Staring down the barrel of a hard day's work
As inhuman as it seems, this rat-race non-reality
Never quite aware of what might be in store
If I jumped the fence I'd probably hit the floor
Right?

This fealty can be so sickening
And there's nothing on my plate
No time for me to eat it in
When do we get a break?
Do we ever get a break?

Maybe I'll jump the fence today
Maybe I'll finally "lose my way"
Maybe I'll punch that card straight in the face
Maybe I'll finally break

The reality is so simple
Live
Eat
Fuck
Die

Their formality is so fickle
Die
Sleep
Work
Buy

But I'm not ready to stop this
I just want to get away
I'd almost be willing to drop it
If they'd let me go astray

But what lies on the other side?
Starvation and retention of pride?
Inspiration or a sudden decline?
I just can't decide when I should bother to cross that line