lyrics
tongues caught in staplers bleed red ink to stain this company
this chair’s so ergonomic it barely shakes as i step upon it to leap
telephone cord wrapped around my neck, I jump from fluorescent lights into the darkness
inside four walls I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t
Forward my calls I’m on leave, I’m on leave, I’m on
These walls won’t listen to me, neither will my monitor
No human touch today, soon fear the pheromones
tongues caught in staplers bleed red ink to stain this company
this chair’s so ergonomic it barely shakes as i step upon it and no one will save us now, no one will save me now
lungs stretched over copy machines
a replication of what once breathed
(maniacal screaming, can't decipher)
I’m disconnected now, I’m disconnected now
credits
from
PALS,
released June 17, 2014
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