Can't find the words. Perhaps other people write nicer ones. Like Thom Yorke, who wrote the song of the same title as this entry. It talks about work slowly killing you. And bringing down the government that doesn't speak for us. And other things that are paining me.
"I'll take a quiet life, a handshake with carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, please"
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