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Icked

from New Shoes by Kyla Tilley

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This song may cause some distress to those who have worked in an in-bound call centre.

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Walled within my cubicle grey carpet walls all wired in to systems down
Sitting in my business casual although there were no skill requirements here
On Friday pay my dollar for the privilege to wear jeans and sneakers all week-end long
Just another shitty occupation masquerading as a real career

And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world

My friends are worried for my well being it's very kind of them to think of me here
Going blind from blinking screens displaying billing inquiries I can't decipher
There's a ringing in my ear oh wait that's meant to be there that's the job description
Is it morning night or noon a Monday Wednesday Friday I don't know anymore

But I know I want to hurt myself and others
I know I need to drink myself to sleep
I know it's wrong to do this to my body I don't care
I hate everything about the world

And there's a world outside
A sky overhead this windowless cavern
Dotted with sprinklers in case of a fire
Cause fires are likely when you treat adults like they're five

Living break to break I watch the clock obediently waiting for my set time
Enter password rank and SIN employee number just for 15 minutes of air
There's many doors but just one works the others are all decoys there to keep us inside
To eat their cancer-causing vended processed microwavable meals that are nutrient free

And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world

It makes me ponder on
The world's darkest prisons and do they comply to
ISO standard nine thousand and one
Or do they have much better systems in place

Here they recommend that you partake in taking toxic drinks to keep you awake
Playing games to boost moral and big fake smiles no using common sense for positive change
Remember we're a team but don't ask questions no one knows or cares we're here for our pay
No one there to bother with enforcing their collection of arbitrary rules

And it makes me want to hurt myself and others
It makes me whine, it makes me sit and cry
It makes me laugh with psychotic abandon
And it makes me hate everything about the world

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from New Shoes, released July 27, 2019
Kyla Tilley: classical guitar, vocals

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Kyla Tilley Newfoundland and Labrador

Kyla Tilley plays guitar, wears high heels, and writes sometimes sad, often funny, occasionally disconcerting, story-telling songs which rarely rhyme.

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