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The song captures the nervous, almost physical strain of everyday office life before the outbreak occurs.

LYRICS

Six cold walls and a plastic chair,
There’s a ghost of a man just sitting there.
The coffee’s black but the soul is grey,
Chasing the tail of a dead-end day.

Oh, the hum, the hum, the electric sting,
I’m trading my soul for a plastic thing.
It’s a buzzing crown on a tired head,
If I stay right here, then I’m already dead.

Blue light bleeding from a flickering screen,
The quietest scream that you’ve ever seen.
My necktie’s a noose and the clock is slow,
I’ve got a thousand miles and nowhere to go.

Break the circuit, kill the light,
I’m stepping out into the velvet night!

Oh, the hum, the hum, the electric sting,
I’m trading my soul for a plastic thing.
It’s a buzzing crown on a tired head,
If I stay right here, then I’m already dead.

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