The worker bee mentality can sting,
The very essence of the creative scientific process,
Who wants the extra strain onto themselves?


High, high, high, high, I don't know why,
I did away, got away, made escape, was okay,
I got reason...
I had no reason, no reason,
No aspirations, I was made awake,
By a giant eye, blink away,
Cosmos gone, but I remain,
Cracked in stone, belly ache,
Sick and tired, of the way,
I had to act around this pain,
Getting up, sitting down,
Making real shadows on the wall,
Great, I only wanted to be tall,
For a line and sail away,
I hid away, ran away, made escape, carried on,
Killing time is almost up,
I'll sit in the corner and let it past,
Just want to finish this ******* song,
So I can go home.