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High and cry. Am I alive? 9 to 5. 9 to 5
High and cry. Am I alive? 9 to 5. 9 to 5

Talkin’ to the past
As I sit here everyday boss kickin’ my ass. Hop skip and a jump
But I just fuckin passed
Felt like I could do little. Shit fell down like a rube Goldberg
Machine Sat my ass down in my cubicle
Inactive and reclusive. Never loosen up the noose in full
I assumed that I was doomed and that I would never bloom at all
Let the flaws get the best of me
Relentlessly testin’ me. Never made the best of treasury
Now my embassy’s immeasurably drab and that mess with me
Fire is demeaned. No means like kerosene
Kissed up to teachers got a business degree
I was a little relieved. Could have a little to eat
But now what I do for a living makes me wanna die
Make dough, but no reason to eat to survive
I didn’t try. Every single minute I
Think if I gave it a single try I could still live in light
I was brimmin’ right? But I gave up like:
People say art’s hard. I gotta live a different life
Now I get pissed and I smash dishes on the table
Get a spliff, watch cable and cry ‘till I stabilize
I’d fly past all the fables. Didn’t think that I was able I
Sob and sob ‘till my eyes become a naval sight

It’s 3 AM Got work again
In six hours. Each tick towers
Over me. The clock’s and the ones that take control of me
Disables me to shoulder heat. Absorb the whole of me
This life seemed gross to me. I fell; it rose to me
Now I am always roasting me. Hurt myself Noticeably
I orbit with the forces. Not my own course. A chore to breath
Of course it’d be. It torments me
I’m fed up. No more strength to get up
I just wanna have fun, but life never lets up
Well, I’m done. Breathing for the last time
Life is meaningless. I resign. I flatline

High and cry. Am I alive? 9 to 5. 9 to 5
High and cry. Am I alive? 9 to 5. 9 to 5