Click, clack, grind. The sound of every day routines Typing useless documents That only 3 people see And grinding papers That no one needs That is my job That is my life I work all day Go home and sleep Then I repeat Click, clack, grind Another day Of the same things No new people No new tasks No interesting life Click, clack, grind People say routines Are essential to success But if this is success Then please let me fail Click, clack, grind The hatred for my day-to-day Has gone from a low groan To an ear shattering ringing That radiates throughout my body Click, clack, grind I can no longer hear Anything except the ringing And so In the middle of the clicking I stand up And walk out for good. I drive straight to the airport Buy the first ticket I see Not sure where I'm headed But I'm getting out of here And it feels Glorious.