Breaking the Fourth Wall

by Chef Troy

He's one of the people lined up in cubicle rows
In cells with three walls, trapped in their minds
Sweet fantasies of being free perfume his daydreams
But he's still just a dog racing after the mechanical rabbit
Sometimes he thinks he'd affiliate himself with the devil
For one chance to start over and set his life straight
To break the fourth wall and run for his life
Run from his life
Run to his life
Run to find the exterior world that matches
His interior design for happiness