Employee of the year.
slave to the grind i sat pushing bu*tons 'til the world just seemed to blur away. thought off my problems with to many sets of solvents my resolve began to sway.
hard work and naive commitment i bide my time.
the blind man at hide and seek just follows the leader again.
i don't know why i run around the wheel again an automatic state of being i won't be your employee of the year.
psycho sadistic torture eats me from within so i turn my back on matters of fact and compete with institution.
my spirit rails against it hard work slave labor takes its toll on my good time.
i don't know why i run around the wheel again an automatic state of being i won't be your employee of the year.
slave for a day rewarded material grants for execution i didn't need the things i couldn't get without your handle.
i don't know why i run around the wheel again i won't be your employee of the year.