The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
The Swarm
One of these days you swear you're going to leave, "just walk out that door", you say that this time every year
But they're still pulling all you strings, and they know exactly when to make you feel appreciated
A well-timed pat on the head, makes you think maybe it's not so bad
But your "one of these days" never comes, and your life takes a back seat to keeping their machine in smooth running order
A voluntary, socialized gesture of self denial … for the greater good. For the greater good
Good work. Keep it up. Your life means nothing
Good work. Keep it up. Your life means nothing … to them