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