I can relate to the frost on the window

Not the frost that lies on the outside, but more on the inside

It crawls like a spider or whispers of a lie

More importantly, it is less trapped than I

When the life we create solely relies ...

on the time we use sparely in our lives

How much money we make and what passwords we use

Down to the idea of fun and a job to have fun become fused

The realization that no one ever had a job to have fun

Except when we were cavemen and all we could do was run

Now, we pin ourselves to the title for money

Like the frost inside the window, we are never free

The emphasis of job is the last thing we ever felt. 

Like the frost inside the window, we will all slowly melt.