This Place
I threw down the manual and kicked over my chair
one more set of numbers might murder my will to live
ain’t got another damned day to give

this place
this place
never had any grace

every second measured, each move under evaluation
human life reduced to numbers to the left of zero
ain’t got another damned hour to give

this place
this place
never had any grace

each morning takes a little corner of my mind
listening to contradictory and meaningless instruction
ain’t got another damned minute to give

this place
this place
never had any grace

if I don’t break free and surrender from this place
even the idea of me might dry up and blow away
might not have another damned second to live

this place
this place
never had any grace

(screams)
I’m out of here!