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