for the workforce drowning

• thursday'in çalışmanın depresif etkisi üzerine şarkısı, sözleri de şöyle:
  falling from the top floor your lungs
  fill like parachutes
  windows go rushing by.
  people inside,
  dressed for the funeral in black and white.
  these ties strangle our necks, hanging in the closet,
  found in the cubicle;
  without a name, just numbers, on the resume stored in the mainframe, marked for delete.
  
  please take these hands
  throw them in the river,
  wash away the things they never held
  please 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 commute
  lost in a dead subway sleep
  now we lie wide awake in our parents beds,
  tossing and turning.
  tomorrow we'll get up
  drive 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 hands
  throw them in the river,
  wash away the things they never held
  please take these hands,
  throw me in the river,
  dont let me drown before the workday ends.
  
  just keep making copies
  of copies
  of copies
  when will it end?
  
  it'll never end,
  'til it gets so bad
  that the ink fills in our fingerprints
  and the silouhette of your own face becomes the black cloud of war
  and even in our dreams we're so afraid the weight will offset who we are
  all those breaths that you took have now been canceled in your lungs.
  last night my teeth fell out like ivory typewriter keys
  and all the monuments and skyscrapers burned down and filled the sea.
  
  save our ship
  the anchor is part of the desk
  we can't cut free,
  the water is flooding the decks
  the memo's sent through the currents
  computers spark like flares
  i can see them.
  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.