[Verse 1] I punch my code, step inside, same circus every day, Same plastic smiles, same dead eyes, same pointless things to say. The meeting starts, nothing ends, the clock moves like it’s stuck, Someone says “synergy” again and I run out of luck. My inbox screams, my patience bleeds, the boss wants one more “quick fix,” I’m choking on the smell of burnt-out minds and politics. [Pre-Chorus] Breathe in, breathe out, that’s what they tell me, But every breath feels like a dare to not go crazy. [Chorus] This workplace is a warzone, I’m stuck behind the lines, Trying to keep composure while I’m losing half my mind. I don’t need your memos, I don’t want your petty rules, I’m two steps from flipping tables and rewriting all the fools. [Verse 2] Someone left the fridge open, now my lunch is soaked and warm, Someone “borrowed” my headphones like it’s some accepted norm. The copier’s dead, the server’s down, the system hates my guts, And the guy in HR tells me “patience” like that ever helps us. I see ambition turning zombies, all marching in a row, If I ever end up like that, you better tell me so. [Pre-Chorus] Hold back, step back, keep the trigger in my head, ’Cause every thought I’m thinking tries to jump out of my stead. [Chorus] This workplace is a warzone, I’m stuck behind the lines, Trying to keep composure while I’m losing half my mind. I don’t need your memos, I don’t want your petty rules, I’m two steps from flipping tables and rewriting all the fools. [Bridge] Breathe. Count to ten. Doesn’t work. Try again. Breathe. Count to ten. Same result. Tell me when. [Breakdown] I’m sick of nodding just to fit the frame, I’m sick of swallowing the daily blame, I’m sick of playing in a rigged-up game— Say my name, I’ll light the flame. [Final Chorus] This workplace is a warzone, I’m breaking through the lines, If control is what you wanted, well, congratulations — it died. I’m done with all the memos, I’m done with all the tools, I’m walking out in silence while you’re drowning in your rules.
