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
Found 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
Now we lie wide awake in our parents' beds
Tossing and turning
Tomorrow we'll get up
Drive to work, single file
With every day, 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 memo's 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