Cleaning out the hard drive today I found a bunch of lyrics that never got turned into songs, they won't be either, but I thought you might be interested so for the next few Mondays you'll get some interesting stuff.
From my days as a bureaucrat here's part one.
Cubicle
Four grey walls and a Styrofoam ceiling
The hum of the lights brings rage to my feelings
I wish now that I'd kept on believing
How could I've been so self-deceiving
If only I could change the way I feel,
then I wouldn't expect to get this raw deal
but my thoughts are as rigid as structural steel
if only I was right this would all be unreal.
I'm stuck in this cube
There's no room to move
There's no room to breath
I wish I was free.
What the fuck am I doing here?
Can't you see me failing?
Feigning and fainting my rage
unavailing.
I must say it wasn't always this way,
Dragging along like a press attaché,
Knowing my thoughts are having no sway,
Waiting, just waiting for the end of the day.
I'm stuck in this cube
There's no room to move
There's no room to breath
I wish I was free.
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