The Incident Committee

Would you dare to report an obese manager
Who's fed of so much stock that the whole floor might collapse
Endangering all those lives, the Excel-excess class
Acronyms collectors yet anonymous deep inside?

Just let the wind blow whistles now

In regulated joy, they're urging for your hate
But the automatic corrector suggested an insult
And regards ain't so kind when all the engines lie
Just pushing your saliva factory to a term-less strike

Just let the wind blow whistles now

You don't need to breath for whistling now



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Writer(s): Jérôme Saint-sevin
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