The slowest hours of my life in the back of a file cabinet
Memories play tricks on me, it seems the Sun don't want to rise
Recollections of the things that mattered in my perspective
Creep in on soft knees
Water to hot grease
My history in the folders crease will stand the test of time
An iron casket they lay, these daunting thoughts of mine
Finally these eyes can see as the Sun brings forth the shine
There's no such thing as expertise until you're in hindsight
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
Sirens sing a cadence faint, it echoes down the halls
There's a ticking clock in every block upon a blank white wall
Florescent glow creates an undertone to the songs of the machine
And we are all just passengers in the midst of the unforeseen
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
Can I wake up?
Am I asleep?
Suddenly
There's no in between
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my world
The slowest hours of my life in the back of a file cabinet
Memories play tricks on me, I think it's time to organize
