Management fails and the corporate ship sails off into the blue,
the things people do
to make a buck,
some people ****.

Not his day or my day or any day to get in the way of progress
and progress they say is the way forward,
well
stab me in the back again
I miss the pain of being alive.

Sometime sooner or later when she wakes up with that smile on her face,
the smile that puts my misery into its rightful place
I'll be better or better than when
I have to go into battle again.

I love it really, but ideally, I wouldn't
she says,
I couldn't be sure,
but I think the molehill's becoming the mountain.