If it's by choice
There is no mercy.
They'll split your chest
And cut apart your heart,
Pull out and read your guts;
Everything they look for is corruption.
A kinder method is
From sudden going.
The factory's moving to another town,
Your section's shutting down.
As long as you don't want to,
They will miss you
While they clear your things away.
Any leaving's better
than the absence of leaving
Where you are sitting there,
Your motions only gestures
Breathing air.
Every wish they have
Comes down to mercy:
Please just let you go.
They'd put a pillow to your face
If they could do it
And celebrate your passing
With a cheer.
