Thursday › Lyrics › For the Workforce, Drowning

Falling from the top floor your lungs fill like parachutes
Windows go rushing by the people inside
They're dressed for the funeral in black and white
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet
Filed in the cubicle, without a name, just numbers
On the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete

Please take these hands throw them in the river
Wash away the things they never held
Please take these hands throw me in the river
Don't let me drown before the workday ends
9 to 5, 9 to 5

And we're up to our necks,drowning in the seconds
Ingesting the morning commute lost in a dead subway sleep
We will not lie awake in our parents beds tossing and turning
Tomorrow we'll get up drive to work, single file with
Everyday it's like the last waiting for the life to start
Is it always just always ahead of the curve?

Please take these hands throw them in the river
Wash away the things they never held
Please take these hands throw me in the river
Don't let me drown before the workday ends

Just keep making copies of copies of copies
When will it end?

It'll never end, until it gets so bad that the ink fills in our fingerprints
And the silhouette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
And even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we are
All those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs
Last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
And all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea

Save our ship the anchor is part of the desk
We can't cut free, the water is flooding the decks
The memo's sent through the currents computer's spark like flares
I can see them but they don't touch me, touch me
Please someone, teach me how to swim please, don't let me drown

Please, don't let me drown