Retrospective Atrophy

Reassessing the room Inappropriate yawn but the night shift is ready Always the new recruit Barely qualified and starting fresh constantly Caught up in the commute There's a secret smell while the security breathes But none of this computes Just confusing code being input infinitely Everything starts to crack There is light shining on all the mysteries They'll continue to stack Getting muddier with the intricacies Unload another pack As we start to confront our history The spikes against our back So we don't waste retrospective atrophy