You don't need space to focus There is no cause to dream Compulsive gatherer leans over drifters And the lame to get right to the prize
Stampede at expectation's peak
Blow to blow Job to job Work to rule, lauded one Work to rule with derision
You don't need space to focus; There is no cause to dream
Run a mile Dialled in Work to rule, pre-emptive Work to rule, primitives
In determinate are the hours Or minutes to happily take stock
At the point when you return to the earth Precious little left to objectify and shun Will you wish you'd broken ranks? Or was 'living' still a drawback?
Indeterminate- Your achievements just egocentric figments?
To settle down and be tranquil The preserve of the idle Obsessive go-getter means to surpass Every pleasure and dumb time-waster
Stampede at expectation's peak
Take up slack Break your back Work to rule on the rack Work to rule...and collapse