A geometric precision Elegant lines converge to one Tracing the bounds of your confinement Living like prey and on the run A prison built of perfection Aesthetic servitude dictates Step into line or face the fallout Do as you're told without debate Corridor Corridor With every facet in proportion With every surface polished white With every part moving in tandem Machines that work into the night Integrate to your surroundings Don't draw attention or make a sound The ticking clock like a reminder of The narrow path to which you're bound Corridor Corridor A sterile future predetermined Homogenous and uniform You're only here to serve your function A set of duties to perform Identical in every facet A photocopied attribute Just an acceptable composite Of traits that someone else will choose Corridor Corridor