She's on her smoke break on hourly wage

I play my ace then leave it

Keep my hand away from that blade

I need my space I'm leaving

I'm over it, I'm stressed out

I phoned it in, clocking out

I'm over it, I'm checked out

I phoned it in, clocking out

Hard to feel brave in a place like this

Prototype the brain

Copy paste copy paste

Lifeless

Fluoride staring down the barrel of monkeys

My supervisor said my hours bout to get wonky

Trickle down the drain of american junkies

This metaphorical accordion makes me hungee

Capitalism took the wheel on my suicidal thoughts

Cursed the truth and had my hope relieve the tension in my jaw