Sort Code 74

[Intro]
[Verse]
The clock is stuck at one thirteen
I’m drinking from a gray machine
The carpet’s an offensive green
The quietest I’ve ever been
(Dry aside: The vending machine only takes exact change now)
I slice the envelopes with care
There’s static in the midnight air
A smell of dust is everywhere
I’m the only person there
[Pre-Chorus]
Unopened mail from decades past
The shadows in the hall are cast
I hope this shift is moving fast
Nothing built is meant to last
[Chorus]
Triangle in a double ring
It doesn’t mean a single thing
Until you see the way it clings
To every bell the silence rings
It’s just paper
It’s just ink
I don’t have the time to think
[Post-Chorus]
Stamp it red
File it away
Save the secrets for another day
Stamp it red
File it away
[Verse]
A memo marked for Floor Nineteen
A chemical they shouldn't glean
The margin notes are pretty mean
I’m a cog inside the screen
(Dry aside: The staple is rusted through the Confidential stamp)
I find a photo of a man
Standing by a silver van
He had a very corporate plan
Catch the traitors if you can
[Pre-Chorus]
Rubber bands and rusty clips
Paper cuts on fingertips
The elevator sighs and slips
Secrets on their silent lips
[Chorus]
Triangle in a double ring
It doesn’t mean a single thing
Until you see the way it clings
To every bell the silence rings
It’s just paper
It’s just ink
I don’t have the time to think
[Bridge]
The air is thin and tastes of lead
The board of directors are likely dead
I sort the things they never said
And eat my flavorless white bread
Thirty years of ignored complaints
Stored in boxes with peeling paint
Nobody here is a patron saint
Just the echoes of a faint restraint
[Verse]
I find a map of ventilation
Crossed out with a strange notation
"Acceptable loss for the corporation"
Just a minor complication
(Dry aside: My coffee is lukewarm. It tastes like copper and regret)
I fold the map and put it back
Between the yellow and the black
The system has a massive crack
I’m just here to fill the stack
[Chorus]
Triangle in a double ring
It doesn’t mean a single thing
Until you see the way it clings
To every bell the silence rings
It’s just paper
It’s just ink
I don’t have the time to think
[Post-Chorus]
Stamp it red
File it away
Save the secrets for another day
Stamp it red
File it away
[Break]
[Verse]
The sun is coming through the glass
I watch the tired morning pass
Another folder in the mass
I’m the bottom of the class
(Dry aside: I should probably buy some more milk on the way home)
The symbols fade into the light
I survived the archival night
Everything is out of sight
Everything is perfectly right
[Outro]