and I put my faith in the untouchable
I need to get away from the noise
*
you profit
and I pay rent
*
you profit
and I upsell
*
you profit
and I disintegrate
smiling at your deadbeat customers
*
you give me the bare minimum
and I pour out my maximum efforts
*
you say you have a choice
polishing your crown
my right to work
shackled to work
that’s what your profit is built upon
I cannot refuse
I have to sell myself short
to dehumanise myself at work
to fit into the box that you’ve perpetrated
and burst
and you’re out of touch
assembling laurels
in your lap