you are cordially invited to the formal dance being held in the ballroom of the sunken ship

good evening miss, good afternoon sir. can i interest you in champagne or maybe some paint thinner? tonight the chef recomends the shards or glass. would you care for a rose or perhaps a knife to remind you of our romance. it wasn't supposed to be like this. we were never meant to live so meaninglessly. 9 to 5 reminds you of the stale air you choose to breathe in so effortlessly. you gave hope to the corporate machine. are you content with simply being recycled? noting to show but a gravestone worn by the rain. your soul flickers and dims. like every dream you let slip through your fingers at the sound of compromise. careful now! or you will become the skeleton in your own closet. safety and comfort haunt your every step. are you content with being recycled?