Now your face peels off at the end of the day and you feel unclean
And you still feel as if you're surrounded by the purple smoke of death
When you grip your throat with unease as something is stealing your breath
And you can't think about all the shit you've seen on the scene
As the indents form on your face in a ring around your lips
All the pain in your eyes has to hide as the sky turns black and grey
And the lavish, luxurious, lazy lean of a luminous life's day
And the gloves that you wash away almost every hour stain your hips
Are you beautiful still when the gown you sleep in has turned you blue
And the mist gets into your lungs when you're disinfecting your car
And you're craving a cigarette 'cause the air is worse than tar
And the two whole hours that you don't work drain the life out of you?
With the workday hazards upon your breast, can you ask for help?
Can you stand outside while the bodies burn in the gentle rain?
Is there working clockwork left in the folds of your brain?
Do the blisters bleed? Do the deathbirds chirp? Do you count the welts?
Can you find any solace in the religion you adore?
Are there any angels singing your praises as you stand in the flames?
Is your boss impressed? Are you too depressed? Have you got a name?
Has your time run out? Has your mind got doubt? Can you cut that cord?
Can you stand this job that our Leader's using to kill you off?
Do you hate this world as the media squawks like ravaged birds?
Do you wish you could quit as the president spews his stupid words?
Can you even breathe as you down more pills just to kill that cough?
