five years digging a ditch
only to be left at the bottom of it
and for what? a crime i didn't commit
no answers just a line of sh**
more office politics and condescending pricks
forever banished to a state
of confusion anger and hate
work, climb, and climb
you're climbing to nowhere (there's) no end to this line
your only crime was too much time
you just kept showing up
well if time is money and money is time
i guess my time is up
so step out from that booth
it's time you learned the truth
that you're not a human being
you're just part of the machine
i see pa**ed empty eyes
see your infertile cries
see that the only real therapy for your pain
is this scapegoat target game
these thoughts on a page make for poor execution
because violent revenge is my only solution
just a brick through the window? or do i continue?
would i be less than disturbed by your blood on the curb?
when it's all sorted out
and material's all you can show
you haven't pissed away your life
just the people that you know
your bean count fell one short
there's no license to your quarrel
why would science or a god
allow a child into your world?
so this fabrication of misinformation
led to my termination without validation
so my real revenge without initiation
is the outcome of your lives
and you will die alone