Duelling Exit Strategies

[Verse 1] Clock on the wall says jump when they say Signed on the line, now they own your day Pressure like a storm in a glass so small Smile on the surface, fists in the hall Whispers in the break room, eyes on the floor “How far can they push us before we want more?” Ink on a contract, chains in a file Freedom on your desktop dying in a while [Chorus] Is it walking out quiet, or burning the sails? Is it one set of footprints or a thousand trails? When the captain keeps sinking the ship that we're in Do we slip through the hatch or rise up from within? Constructive dismissal or a mutiny call? Are we leaving the table or flipping it all? [Verse 2] Policy gospel carved in cold glass “Wellness” in a slogan, boot on your back Targets in red ink, hours in the red “Team” on the poster, fear in your head Lawyers draw borders round what you can say “Just file and forget it, then walk away” But the crew in the engine room counting the cost “How long till they notice the captain is lost?” [Chorus] Is it walking out quiet, or burning the sails? Is it one set of footprints or a thousand trails? When the captain keeps sinking the ship that we're in Do we slip through the hatch or rise up from within? Constructive dismissal or a mutiny call? Are we leaving the table or flipping it all? [Bridge] One voice in a whisper, cracks in the frame (yeah) Two voice in the hallway, calling a name Three voices in emails, typed in the night Four voices at once, now it’s turning to light Is the answer a letter that bleeds what they’ve done? Or a shout from the deck saying “We’re not the ones” If the wheel’s locked tight by a gilded hand Do we push from the bottom or take back the stand? [Chorus] Is it walking out quiet, or burning the sails? Is it one set of footprints or a thousand trails? When the captain keeps sinking the ship that we're in Do we slip through the hatch or rise up from within? Constructive dismissal or a mutiny call? Are we leaving the table or flipping it all? [Outro] Tick of the timecard, crack of the dawn Some ghosts disappear, some fight till they’re gone When the choice is to vanish or tear down the crown Do you fade out in silence or turn this ship round?