[ Featuring THE NIGHT TERRORS ]
How did it come to this
I put my life into little boxes
It's a cardboard mess
A cardboard lie
A cardboard suit
And a cardboard tie
Who cares about working 9 to 5
When 6 to 2 makes you feel more alive
Waking up each day to a dark world
Going to bed with the sun shining bright
With no windows in sight
I don't know what time of day it is
I'm not supposed to
I'm trapped inside with the fluorescent lights
Beating down at my eyes
Standing half asleep
Folding paper all day long
There's cuts on my hands
Not sure if it feels wrong
Steel toes on my feet
Protective lenses secure
My face in my hands
Trying to stay conscious
The boredom of my life
Hangs over me like Atlas holds the sky
My heart beats so slow
I hardly believe I'm not dead
I hold my hand to my chest
Maybe I'll fake a heart attack
To make this day seem more interesting
BECAUSE I'M SICK of standing
These mats below my feet
Aren't doing any good
These tables aren't worth leaning on
Blood is dripping from my fingers
But I can't make a scene
Maybe it's from the cardboard
Maybe it's Maybelline
The slave drivers of our generation
Will enslave us all
And before you know it
You're tangled up in the system
With no hope of escape
And at 9 bucks an hour
This is your only fate
And it's not gonna change
Keep on folding
Until your hands fall off
AND THEN FOLD SOME MORE
