Faking it til I make it,
but there's a monkey on my back.
This normal way, I have to say,
is starting to show cracks.
Turn up to work and get boring shit done,
be nice to the assholes who think they are fun.
Clean up my jokes and censor my speech,
suck corporate blood like a well behaved leech.
I'm dying inside and I know this shit's killing me.
I feel the old poisonous tentacles pulling me.
Just get fucked up,
and fuck it all off,
live your worst life,
the one that you love.