She's on her smoke break on hourly wage I play my ace then leave it Keep my hand away from that blade I need my space I'm leaving I'm over it, I'm stressed out I phoned it in, clocking out I'm over it, I'm checked out I phoned it in, clocking out Hard to feel brave in a place like this Prototype the brain Copy paste copy paste Lifeless Fluoride staring down the barrel of monkeys My supervisor said my hours bout to get wonky Trickle down the drain of american junkies This metaphorical accordion makes me hungee Capitalism took the wheel on my suicidal thoughts Cursed the truth and had my hope relieve the tension in my jaw