Sitting in a box
Staring at a screen
Connected to the world but
So alone that he could scream
He puts numbers into boxes
Tap tap tap away
Every single hour's just like
Every other day
But the boss's box is bigger
A corporate promise land
Working his short life away
To get the upper hand
And when he's at the top
Counting gold and stocks
He'll look down and realize
His skyscraper's just a box
Boxes built society
Our standardized anxiety
Boxes give us storage space
For all the shit we need to waste
Keep piling up the boxes
To build another box
Big or small they swallow us
And fill our lives with loss
Boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes
Boxes, boxes, box
Stack boxes onto boxes
We forget they're bereft
The emptiness consumes us
Until there's nothing left
Sitting on a box
Working at the line
Every boring task is just like
Every other time
She puts stuff into boxes
Junk for a foreign land
The writing on the package
Words she does not understand
She loads them on a freighter
And ships them to the West
Where everybody wants a gadget
That is better than the rest
It sails across the planet
The torrent never stops
And in a day it winds up
At the doorstep of your box
Boxes built society
Our standardized anxiety
Boxes give us storage space
For all the shit we need to waste
Keep piling up the boxes
To build another box
Big or small they swallow us
And fill our lives with loss
Boxes, boxes, boxes, boxes
Boxes, boxes, box
Stack boxes onto boxes
We forget they're bereft
The emptiness consumes us
Until there's nothing left