I'm just another prick in a headset wondering why the fuck I'm not dead yet
Wondering why I'm getting talked down to for doing boring shit I don't want to
And wondering why I made the assumption that I could just give up and function
As a member of the playing dead society
All because the last few years I've spent most of my time
Dialing 9 to get an outside line
As I tell myself again that it's really just a means to an end
But I'm here to work, I'm not here to make friends
I won't be making ends meet but soon you'll be meeting your end
On the pointless path you've paved, it's amazing the time you'd save
If you'd admit that you're already in your grave
You're halfway up a ladder that you don't want to climb
But you just go on and on and on and on
And on and on and up and on
I've found better ways to spend my time
And I'm not ashamed of who I've become
But can't deny that I need to remind myself
That although desperation has went from being temporary
Went from being temporary to permanent
That it's no longer scary when I can't pay these bills on time or make the rent
The panic button is close to redundant, fear fades away
So tomorrow morning at 9am you won't see me at all
You won't even notice that there's no courtesy call until there's a drop in productivity
Then you'll remember me
But not my face, not my name but my employee number
Regurgitated words of wisdom in your leaving speech won't make me want to stay.