I'm middle management in place
A dull commute
A shitty wage
The sun is shining but I don't think I'll be seeing it today
A track that runs a little short
An open argument of sorts
I know we're working but it seems like
Everybody missed their train
We're burning at both ends
We're looking for what's next
And not forward to anything
It's become a joke and I don't think I understand
Why there's no one laughing
We're all iterations of these walls
The roaming ghosts of every hall
A blanket of contentment
Has destroyed the memory from which we grew
You're next to walk the cyclone through
For whatever it's worth
I've been there too
So here we are again
The pages never end
The storybook is slamming shut
Eleven hour days
Justified and paid
Blazed a trail for anyone
Who stumbles on their way
Still so afraid to open these eyes
So we hang down our heads
And breathe one collective sigh
To show our hate for this joke
Since there's no one laughing
We're all iterations of these walls
The roaming ghosts of every hall
A blanket of contentment
Has destroyed the memory from which we grew
You're next to walk the cyclone through

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