He used to work at this small design studio downtown,
It was called The Drill™,
And he used to wake up at 6 in the morning, in order to get there at least 1 hour in advance.
He hated having to interrupt his drawings when the evening came,
And the very next day, he used to immediately get to work where he left off.
He used to be very passionnate about his work, and it was never a chore for him.

A bird escaped the coolness of fall
As it was what it needed to fear
But fall ended earlier this year
And the bird got used to the cold

A school of fish was told to beware
For the whales were coming for them
But when they came, they passed their way
And the fishes were now aware

Like all of his colleagues at that time, who also happened to be his friends,
He got excited when they got to seal that deal.
It was a big contract for some random company,
That just had to say words like "success" and "recognition",
In order to get him and his friends in their bag.
He used to love working for them,
Because it gave him the sensation that his art was actually meaningful.
But then they began to get into the processes, and they began to change the objectives.
They asked the common folk to pay attention to what was happening,
And he forced himself to believe that this was the way it was meant to be,
That this was what he always wanted.

A bird escaped the coolness of fall
As it was what it needed to fear
But fall ended earlier this year
And the bird got used to the cold

A school of fish was told to beware
For the whales were coming for them
But when they came, they passed their way
And the fishes were now aware

In the end, nobody even knew what the Drill was,
And for those who did, they didn't remember what it used to be
Whatever that came out of it however was still appreciated
Because they were told to like it, and they were told to want it.
Everything was made and set up so that the people would have the means and the will to consume it
But even though "recognition" and "success" is what he achieved, he still wasn't fulfilled
And whenever his work was featured in some movie, or videogame, or whatever,
The people would instantly make the connection (because they were told to do so)
And he hated that, with all his being
He didn't want to believe it, and went from mad, to frustrated, to sad
But never made it to the end

A bird escaped the coolness of fall
As it was what it needed to fear
But fall ended earlier this year
And the bird got used to the cold

A school of fish was told to beware
For the whales were coming for them
But when they came, they passed their way
And the fishes were now aware

(This is your desire, this is your heart)