2025년 3월 10일 월요일

Thursday - For The Workforce, Drowning


Falling from the top floor your lungsFill like parachutesThe windows go rushing byThe people inside they'reDressed for the funeral in black and whiteThese ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closetFiled in the cubicleWithout a name, just numbersOn the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for deletePlease take these handsThrow them in the riverWash away the things they never heldPlease take these handsThrow me in the riverDon't let me drown before the workday endsNine to five! Nine to five!And we're up to our necksDrowning in the secondsIngesting the morning commuteLost in a dead subway sleepNow we lie awake in our parents bedsTossing and turningTomorrow we'll get upDrive to workSingle fileWith everydayJust like the lastWaiting for the life to startIs it always just always ahead of the curvePlease take these handsThrow them in the riverWash away the things they never heldPlease take these handsThrow me in the riverDon't let me drown before the workday endsJust keep making copiesOf copiesOf copiesWhen will it end?
It'll never end'Til it gets so badThat the ink fills in our fingerprintsAnd the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of warAnd even in our dreams we're soafraid the weight will offset who we areAll those breaths that you took have now been cancelled in your lungsLast night my teeth fell out likeIvory typewriter keysAnd all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the seaSave our shipThe anchor is part of the deskWe can't cut freeThe water is flooding the decksThe memos sent through the currentsComputers spark like flaresI can see themThey don't touch meTouch mePlease someoneTeach me how to swimPlease, don't let me drown

Please, don't let me drown 

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