[intro] it is eleven forty seven the room goes quiet by itself plastic lids loosen their little lies and the silver door reflects everyone badly [verse 1] someone brought soup with no conviction someone brought rice in a borrowed box someone stirred regret with a coffee spoon under fluorescent judgment from the clock the microwave waits in the corner polite as a workplace knife wearing the face of a colleague who corrected emails in another life [pre-chorus] the tray begins its little circle the light turns sickly blue every lunch becomes a confession when the glass looks back at you [chorus] ding ding, judgment ring turn the plate and weigh the sin ding ding, judgment ring steam comes out and truth gets in no one speaks the vent starts singing ding ding, judgment ring [verse 2] then came the fish in the plastic coffin covered in sauce like a cheap disguise three minutes pressed with criminal calm and no remorse behind the eyes the walls wore orange evidence the ceiling caught a drop the smell moved into every sweater and refused to clock out it knows about the fish. [pre-chorus 2] the buttons blinked in formal order the fan exhaled through its teeth somewhere behind the rotating glass a grievance learned to breathe [chorus] ding ding, judgment ring turn the plate and weigh the sin ding ding, judgment ring steam comes out and truth gets in no one speaks the vent starts singing ding ding, judgment ring [build] then the lasagna was discovered left since tuesday in the dark a red square of office history with a fork still in its heart the cheese had formed an opinion the corners knew too much the sauce had dried like testimony no one wanted to touch [build] the microwave began to tremble not with rage with policy the room accepted jurisdiction under section 11:47b [bridge] the court is now in session regarding the matter of lunch case file: reheated fish with aggravated sauce distribution the accused failed to wipe the interior failed to ventilate the room failed to consider colleagues within reasonable sensory limits exhibit a the orange splash on the right wall exhibit b the smell in accounting exhibit c the lasagna from tuesday still awaiting closure having reviewed the tray rotation and the pattern of steam release this appliance finds the employee morally reheated administratively guilty and spiritually difficult [break] the door clicked open like a verdict with hinges [final chorus] ding ding, judgment ring turn the plate and weigh the sin ding ding, judgment ring steam comes out and truth gets in wipe the walls the truth is clinging ding ding, judgment ring [post-chorus] the fork is still the sauce remains the lunchroom keeps a list of names [final chorus] ding ding, judgment ring turn the plate and weigh the sin ding ding, judgment ring steam comes out and truth gets in no one leaves the vent keeps singing ding ding, judgment ring [outro] the room goes quiet by itself the glass goes black again somewhere inside the metal a colleague clears his throat it knows about the fish.
