| This is where you’re conceived
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| This is where you are born
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| Here is where you will fail
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| You can build your box here
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| Here’s your mind numbing job
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| This is where you will fall
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| This is the poison that you put into the water cooler
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| The shredder helps you dispose of their corpses
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| I love my cubicle, my little beige cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little padded cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little prison cubicle
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| Escalate and execute your brutal demise
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| Love you in your emails
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| Love you in your memorandums
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| Love you in your meetings
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| Loving your strategic plans
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| Love you in projected sales
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| Love you 'til your suit bleeds
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| Love you as you fall from the 83rd floor
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| And Love the shareholders who piss on your carnage
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| I love my cubicle, my little beige cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little padded cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little prison cubicle
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| Escalate and execute your brutal demise
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| No point, no desire
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| No choice, but to riot
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| No life, no hope
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| No vision, for the future
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| No sex, no parachutes
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| No escape, at least for you
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| No sharp instruments, no fun
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| No control, no fucking way
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| I love my cubicle, my little beige cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little padded cubicle
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| I love my cubicle, my little prison cubicle
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| Escalate and execute your brutal demise |