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, marked for delete. please take these hands throw them in the river, wash away the things they never held please take these hands, throw me in the river, dont let me drown before the workday ends. 9 to 5! 9 to 5! and were up to our necks, drowning in the seconds, ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep now we lie wide awake in our parents beds tossing and turning. tomorrow well get up drive to work, single file with everyday its like the last. waiting for the life to start, is it always just ahead of the curve? please take these hands throw them in the river, wash away the things they never held please take these hands, throw me in the river, dont let me drown before the workday ends. just keep making copies of copies of copies when will it end? itll never end, til it gets so bad that the ink fills in our fingerprints and the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war and even in our dreams were so afraid the way well offset who we are all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs. last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea. save our ship the anchor is part of the desk we cant cut free, the water is flooding the decks the memos sent through the currents computers spark like flares i can see them. they dont touch me, touch me. please someone, teach me how to swim. please, dont let me drown, please, dont let me drown. #Thursday #2003 youtu.be/9QQQetnmxcw?list=UUSRPiMwyqKqbY6PVExIHgxg
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 03:23:01 +0000
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