The Nine to Five Grave

Описание: "The Nine-to-Five Grave" is the anthem for anyone staring down the barrel of another monotonous workday, feeling the life drain out with every scheduled minute. It’s about the rage against the machine—the corporate grind that promises comfort but delivers only chains.

This song is a declaration of war on the mundane. It's time to Break The Line and trade the security of the cage for the uncertainty of freedom.

💥 The Vibe:
"I threw my resignation letter straight into the fire... I won't trade my freedom for their manufactured desire."

Driven by a relentless, heavy hard-rock riff, pounding drums, and snarling vocals, this track captures the urgency of escape. If you feel trapped in the system, this one's for you.

Verse 1
Six AM alarm clock screamin’ in my face Another mile in the rat race, another sterile place. They feed you regulations, they measure out your time Tell you life's a ladder, if you'd only learn to climb. Got a uniform pressed tight, hides the bruises on my soul Just another number tryin' to reach the final goal.

Pre-Chorus
I see the vacant eyes of all the people walkin' by They traded in their hunger for a quiet place to die.

Chorus
Break the line When the day ain't feelin' fine Break the line Gotta make that freedom mine Break the line Yeah, when the walls begin to close Break the line Gotta shed these dead man's clothes! Break the line! Break the line!

Verse 2
The plastic smiles and coffee steam, the chatter in the halls Just echoing the silence between the windowless walls. They got a pension plan and benefits, a chain disguised as gold They think a simple paycheck is the story to be told. But there's a fire in my belly that they can't afford to douse Gotta get my leather jacket and get out of this house.

Pre-Chorus
They built a world of comfort to keep the wild things tame But I'm tired of the waiting, tired of playing their game.

Chorus
Break the line When the day ain't feelin' fine Break the line Gotta make that freedom mine Break the line Yeah, when the walls begin to close Break the line Gotta shed these dead man's clothes! Break the line! Break the line!

Bridge
They say you gotta be realistic. They say you gotta compromise. They say that passion is just a dream for the fools beneath the skies. Well, tell 'em I'm the biggest fool they're ever gonna meet. I'm trading this carpet for the concrete of the street!

Chorus
Break the line When the day ain't feelin' fine Break the line Gotta make that freedom mine Break the line Yeah, when the walls begin to close Break the line Gotta shed these dead man's clothes! Break the line! Break the line!

Outro
Oh, Break the line! Gotta Break the line! Yeah! Get out! Get out now! Break the line!