Thursday: For the workforce,drowning

Falling from the top floor your lungs fill like parachutesthe windows go rushing by. the people inside,they're dressed for the funeral in black and white.These ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,filed in the cubicle; without a name, just numbers,on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.please take these handsthrow them in the river,wash away the things they never heldplease take these hands,throw me in the river,dont 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 commutelost in a dead subway sleep we will not lie awake in our parents beds,tossing and turning. tomorrow we'll get updrive to work, single file with everyday it's like the last.waiting for the life to start,is it always just always ahead of the curve?please take these handsthrow them in the river,wash away the things they never heldplease take these hands,throw me in the river,dont let me drown before the workday ends.just keep making copiesof copiesof copieswhen will it end?it'll never end, until it gets so badthat the ink fills in our fingerprintsand the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of warand even in our dreams we're so afraid the way we'll offset who we areall those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keysand all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filledThe Sea!save our ship the anchor is part of the deskwe can't cut free, the water is flooding the decksthe memo's sent through the currentscomputer's spark like flares i can see them,but 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