If you want to know who's stabbing who,
look for the leader group by the bulletproof glass.
An essence that permeates always so cruel
sucks your soul into deep into ash.
Nobody out here wants to work,
but who can blame the iPad kids.
It's a sad corporate life of a clerk,
putting his soul to the highest bids.
If delayed timecards by the glass become a showcase,
a flawed system run by a boss rather than a leader,
to the humiliation these workers face,
no wonder these employees are running away by the meter.
Centimeters, more like millimeters;
those are the miles towards success.
But once you are no longer needed,
it is a lousy goodbye and God bless.
If you want to know how the environment is like,
look no further than the employees inside.
Cruel behind staff rooms, nice to the public eye,
men and women hassling until the day they die.
But everybody is out there to survive,
trying to make a living out of something.
Nobody cares about morals or principles as they comply,
losing sleep in the hopes of obtaining anything.
