For The Workforce, Drowning - Thursday
Falling from this hassle
you fly still like parachutes windows go rushing by
people inside dressed for the funeral in black and white
these ties strangle our necks
hanging in the closet found in the cubicle
without a name just numbers
on the resume stored in the mainframe my fortune lay
please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never have
please take these hands throw me in the river dont let me drown
for the workday ends
now you try, not to fight
and we're up to our necks drowning in the seconds
ingesting your morning commute
lost in the depths of my sleep
we're alive wide awake in a paris trance
tossing and turning tomorrow we'll get up
drive to work
single file
with everyday the cycle ends
waiting for the line to start
as it always used to have off the clock
please take these hands throw them in the river wash away the things they never have
please take these hands throw me in the river dont let me drown
for the workday ends
just keep making copies of copies of copies
when will it end
it will never end till they float by
the ink fills in our fingertips
the silhouette of your face
becomes the black powder for
and even in our dreams we're so afraid the wind will offset who we are
all those breaths that you took
have now been cancelled in your lungs
last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down themselves
save our ship the anchor is part of the desk
we can't confrain
water is flooding the desks
the mound moves sand through currents
computers spark like flares
i can see them film
touch me touch me please someone teach me how to swim
please don't let me drown
please don't let me drown
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