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You don't need space to focus

There is no cause to dream

Compulsive gatherer leans over drifters

And the lame to get right to the prize

Stampede at expectation's peak

Stampede at expectation's peak

Blow to blow, job to job

Work to rule, lauded one

Work to rule with derision

You don't need space to focus

There is no cause to dream

You don't need space to focus

There is no cause to dream

Run a mile, dialed in

Work to rule, pre-emptive

Work to rule, primitives

In determinate are the hours

Or minutes to happily take stock

At the point when you return to the earth

Precious little left to objectify and shun

Will you wish you'd broken ranks?

Or was living still a drawback?

Indeterminate

Your achievements

Just egocentric figments?

To settle down and be tranquil

The preserve of the idle

Obsessive go-getter means to surpass

Every pleasure and dumb time waster

Stampede at expectation's peak

Stampede at expectation's peak

Take up slack, break your back

Work to rule on the rack

Work to rule and collapse, and collapse