Lirieke: Thursday. War All the Time. For The Workforce, Drowning.

Falling from the top floor your lungs, fill like parachutes
Windows go rushing by
People inside, dressed for the funeral in black and white
These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet
Trapped 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 lie wide awake in our parent?s 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, 'til 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 weight will 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 memos sent through the currents, computers spark like flares
I can see them, 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