The cam is on the table
I think the mic is on
My body's showing presence
My mind's already gone
I got all these windows
But can't install the sun
I lost all sense of taste
I think I'm having fun
All seems in order
But your face is wrong
My clothes all littered
On the bedroom floor
(But you can't see that)
I'm getting ready to jump outta my skin
Cause I am getting bored
We've got
Six feet to work with
Until it's over
And then I won't sit on the window sill
No more
I think I'll be alright
If I just try to fly
And leave it all behind
One hour later
The meeting still drags on
People talk about KPIs they failed to touch upon
In my head plays a song on repeat
Somebody singing about lies and deceit
Until the voices appear to be bit reduced
I choose not to listen, but there's no excuse
For the abuse of a recluse who's no chance to let loose
Because this shit's ridiculous
(Hey are you listening?!)
I'm getting ready to jump outta my skin
Cause someone's calling me out
FUCK
I think I'll be alright
If I just try to fly
And leave it all behind
This greed is by design
But none of it is mine
Enabling is a crime
There's places I have got to see
But everything is closed
I think I'll melt into this chair
My armrests fused to bones
My body's turning into plastic
I feel myself corrode
A worthy end to anybody
Death by boredom overdose
I think I'll be alright
If I just try to fly
And leave it all behind
This greed is by design
But none of it is mine
Enabling is a crime
I think I'll be alright
If I just try to fly
And leave it all behind
This greed is by design
But none of it is mine
Enabling is a crime
Is a crime