Alexisonfire - Boiled Frogs Post-Hardcore

I don't own anything, all rights go to their respective owners. Lyrics: A man sits at his desk One year from retirement And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do Each passing year The workload grows I'm always wishing I'm always wishing too late For things to go my way It always ends up the same Count your blessings I must be missing I must be missing the point Your signal fades away And all I'm left with is noise Count your blessings on one hand So wait up I'm not sleeping along again tonight Th