Life on Loan

1, 2, 3, 4, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Clock-in buzz, fluorescent day
Round and round the hamster pay
Swipe the card to numb the ache
Weekend comes, we hit the brakes

Billboard saints sell plastic crowns
Streaming smiles on borrowed sounds
But when the party lights go black
There's a quiet begging back

I don't want a life on loan
Stacking boxes I don't own
Give me purpose over speed
Give me hunger, not just feed

If truth is cheaper than the greed
Then let's want less than what we need
Oh-oh, oh–break the spell, break the feed

Thumbs keep scrolling, souls stay still
Chasing likes that never fill
Trade our breath for neon rites–
Lose the days, misplace the nights

There's a voice beneath the noise
Saying: Lose the toys, find joy
Pack the car with what is real–
Love, a map, a steering wheel

We work jobs that we hate
To buy things we don't need
To impress people we hate

I don't want a life on loan
Oh-oh, oh–break the spell, break the feed
Oh-oh, oh–break awana wana
Oh-oh, oh–break the spell, break the feed

Pull the plug, hear the heart–
That's the richest place to start