One by one, We trudge In the opposite direction To the place we want to go Work, Work, Work, Press the button, Again, Again, Again Spaced intervals Nine minutes Fifty nine seconds Not a nano less, Not a second more
Big Red button Press, Press, Press Until the End Daylight dies One by One We trudge Back the Path we came another sunset Precedes another dawn
One by One We trudge again treadmill of drudgery Work, Work, Work Nine fifty seven Nine fifty eight Press Press the Big red button At the Stress Mine
One by one Trudging onwards Souless, goaless Encased in vulcanised rubber Protected against radioactive melt down Chemical disintegration Sneezes on this hive of workers Press, Press Press The button
Two by Two Thoughts flow Under the dim wattage State controlled home lighting Press, Press Stop Don’t press the button Would it make any difference to the One by one daily trudge
Three by Three The terror rises Stop Pressing The spinning top world Would stop.