Rubber Stamp Labyrinth

We'll see you next time. Bye-bye. Infinite desks Elaborate grind Hope dissolves in the ink we find Chain to counters Dreams deferred Every Noah word unheard the cycle Shatter the chain Rise against the machine's cold reign No more bowing to faceless decree We ignite In bureaucracy's sea In bureaucracy's sea Folders swell With forgotten pleas Tam's domes mark our atrophal spin Lost to Teesbury When petty rules carve Canyons deep-tight We duly keep fury builds In the silent hall We builds in the silent hall We reclaim what the system stole Queues Queues Fade into dust Rubber stamps turn rust Rust the cycle We rise We claim no more slaves To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game To the endless game