A fun pop-soul finale that highlights the dehumanization of the American workforce. It also touches on how to counteract that aspect of life.
Lyrics
Work is Quicksand
Time gets consumed
Try escaping
You'll just lose room
No room for friends
Let alone fun
Grind doesn't end
Worth tied to income
Why glorify output
Like we're just machines
There may be doubt but
We're still human beings
We're still human beings
Sleep's for the weak
You'll be outdone
Rest beats fatigue
A contradiction
Living to work
Should work to live
We all deserve
That alternative
Why glorify output
Like we're just machines
There may be doubt but
We're still human beings
We're still human beings
Having balance breeds
Productivity
No need to concede
What makes us happy
Having balance breeds
Productivity
No need to concede
What makes us happy
Why glorify output
Like we're just machines
There may be doubt but
We're still human beings
We're still human beings