Being a human,
Is to be fully functional.
Start the machines,
Do this, do that, in order.
March into the building,
Wear your suits in perfect form.
Move your legs in steady rhythm,
Get ready, up you go.
Type faster on the keyboard,
Move your wrists with all your might.
Faster, faster, more and more,
No that\'s wrong, not quite right.
Keep your eyes right on your paper,
Later then became the screen,
Write all the tasks to be done,
The same old, tedious routine.
Being a human is a blessing,
Or at least that\'s what they say.
Was it because they never mentioned,
All the vitality left to decay?
Being a human is simply basic,
Just repeat the tasks in order,
You\'ll be fine along the way,
As long as you stay within our border.