Maybe I should just kill you now
When we turn our backs on our consciousness
We put more than ourselves at risk
I could kill you, I could burn your eyes and hop the next train
So you could never find your precious new life
What drove you not to create but to destroy your life?
The second seems like it's speeding up
Window fogged with lifelessness and I can barely see through it
No thanks, you will move
When you smell it burning down you will move
In the midst of the conformity of the work world
Sometimes the act of arguing with the newspapers
Or evening news is our only indication that we are still alive
And kicking with an open mind
Once we forget to be outraged by injustice in the world
And begin concerning ourselves only with our jobs
We forget what it is to be human