Wake up, turn off the alarm
dark inexpressive eyes
already know what to do
what to think, what to choose
Routine is the psychopomp escorts you to the afterlife
Hey, there's nothing to save
tell your mom you're very successful among the automatons
boss holds you by a tight leash
with a drift he stings your hips
there will be no name on your grave
Untouched tie, well-ironed shirt
you are so trivial
performance anxiety
fixes your face, you can not recognize it
Interact with a screen
self-esteem u003d productivity
you'd better find a place to hide
there's a storm behind your house
Time leaves only scars, I'll bury you deep

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