Severance - Paint It Black

So you’re the f**king tin man?

If you only had

a heart.

Your eyes are rusted shut, too caught

up in yourself to start letting down your guard,

or trying to discard your insulation.

You got

fired before you could retire or hand in your

resignation.

You better shed your skin, man, or this is going

to get more frustrating.

Inhale, exhale, repeat.

But you’re still asphyxiating.

The ice is getting thin.

You better watch where

you’re stepping or you might fall in. It’s no sin

(and this is where the strings come in).

All this

pretending is wearing thing.

We don’t know where to start.

We shut down with the intent to prevent things

from falling apart.

We won’t fall apart.