I send 50 mails in the morning Some goes to my clients, the other goes to engineers From eight thirty till eleven o'clock My fingers automatically move on the key board I think I am awake... Set the shield up to protect myself from the eco-system of the office Emails are like arrows shooting job pressure I need to act as I am a hard worker During the day I have been aluminized with the numbers and functions In the night, filtering myself A friend of mine talks me about the guy she's dating with Mixed emotions filters myself to who I am The shield lets me blind to the real world, now I realize Gazing at messing around sea, A far way memory pops up Me is fermented in the night, and The next morning comes