By Nebula & SUNO
Clock in, clock out
You clock my breath, you clock my doubts
You count my clicks, you count my sighs
But you can’t count trust, that’s why it died
You love them charts, love them sheets
Love little numbers more than your team
You make big plans from a rolling chair
But you never once step down here
You call it “structure,” I call it “stress”
Every five minutes, “status check”
You’re scared of silence, scared of rest
We’re not your robots, we’re just your test
Hi, my bossy boss
with a microscope
you feel like you are under control
but you are not really
Hi, my bossy boss
with a microscope
you want to know every step of my move
then you lose all of
You send long mails at 2 a.m.
Reply “ASAP” like life’s an exam
You chase typos like trophies on a wall
But miss big fires burning down the hall
You say “my door’s open,” then slam the chat
Praise yourself in every stat
You take our work, then sign your name
But throw us under when it’s blame
You want control, but can’t control you
Fear in your voice, that tone see-through
If trust was money, you’d be broke
Only power you got is in your quotes
I’m done with walking on your thread
Done with meetings living in my head (yeah)
One day we’ll bounce, you’ll sit alone
Staring at numbers on a silent phone
Hi, my bossy boss
with a microscope
you feel like you are under control
but you are not really
Hi, my bossy boss
with a microscope
you want to know every step of my move
then you lose all of those