Overworked

We punch the clock at the start of the day, does anyone know why?
I try my best to make some sense of it all and the ladders that we climb
Does it matter at the end of the day or are we just wasting time?
A generation is going down the drain, an axis in decline
It’s hard to admit we’re getting old
That voice in the back of your head that tells you that i told you so
My brain is fried and my body is spent, i’m fine
I think i’m overworked today
In the middle of a crisis age, it’s fine
I think i’m overworked today
Every day is an uphill battle, a scam that’s so obscene
From the pages of a high school textbook, the history’s wiped clean
They wear us out and they beat us down, they’ve tortured us and still
We hate each other and ouRselves with the system that they’ve built
And now we take it back
The shadows that they cast
We gotta do something because time goes by so fast