Push
Another futile day marks a pointless week
And tomorrow's just the same
Another eight hour hell
If hell is a desk where the phones don't stop ringing
And you're last to leave again
Buying meals for two, half you throw away
You might work like a machine
But at least pretend that someone or something
Knows that you're breathing
Until pity intervenes
Push. Resist. You deserve better than this
You should try to defy, defy, defy
It's an old routine - bed at half-past еight
Where sleep's a brief rеprieve
With a little luck
The peace that you're craving just might reign eternal
And you'll never have to leave
Lie awake at 3, seconds pass away
The clock mocks company
And while others sleep
You're damned if you'll lie there and wait 'til the morning
And drown in apathy
There's a final act, a straw to set you free
A limit to the game
What pity lacks
So soon is displaced and replaced with a hatred
Where everyone's to blame