Brain Factory

She's on her smoke break on hourly wage
I play my ace then leave it
Keep my hand away from that blade
I need my space I'm leaving

I'm over it, I'm stressed out
I phoned it in, clocking out
I'm over it, I'm checked out
I phoned it in, clocking out

Hard to feel brave in a place like this
Prototype the brain
Copy paste copy paste
Lifeless

Fluoride staring down the barrel of monkeys
My supervisor said my hours bout to get wonky
Trickle down the drain of american junkies
This metaphorical accordion makes me hungee

Capitalism took the wheel on my suicidal thoughts
Cursed the truth and had my hope relieve the tension in my jaw



Credits
Writer(s): Bailey Cogan
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