Office Work
Boredom trepans me
ah, if i could flee its workshop
Boredom trepans me
I shout under the vise, raving mad
where, brave man,
do you find the strenght to endure ?
really, gallant man,
doesn't your skull get mackled ?
It doesn't suit us fine
the abstract cage of an office
it doesn"t suit us fine
it is a stopgap, it is a garrotte
how one dooms oneself
when one is civilized and loyal !
how one dooms oneself !
i am too hot to be this cold
i have some sort of donkey hope
to escape this salarial sewer
i have some sort of silly hope
to run away through a boreal train
frangipane skin,
chosen love, will you accompany me?
frangipane skin
we'll dance like straws in the wind
who levitates, who hovers
as swift or a manta ray
who levitates, who hovers
defies the vile yoke of the potentates
Boredom trepans me
it puts its hands into my brain
Boredom trepans me
where where will its work end
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