Servant of the Devil - kamiya?

It'll all click when the mortgage clears All our fears will disappear Now you go to bed I'm staying here I've got another level that I want to clear My skin feels like orange peel My eyes have been vacuum-sealed My organs move like a squirm of eels We should be more adventurous with our meals They annoy me those who employ me They could destroy me They should enjoy me We eat Chinese off our knees And look for each other in the TV screen The sun goes up and the sun goes down I drag myself into the town All I do I want to do with you Everyday I'm at my desk At my desk, I'm like the rest All I do I want to do with you On the city's skin they move on mass Like a rash on the back of a manky cat Now in I go like a fool I can't resist dipping in the pool I watch them watch me I watch them too Across the street across the room I dress myself like a charcoal sketch My eyes are brown and my hair's are mess They annoy me those who employ me They could destroy me They should enjoy me We eat Chinese off our knees And look for each other in the TV screen The sun goes up and the sun goes down I drag myself into the town All I do I want to do with you Everyday I'm at my desk At my desk I'm like the rest All I do I want to do with you The sun goes up and the sun goes down I drag myself into the town All I do I want to do with you The cells I am at the moment will soon die But I will be here Oh I'll still be here The cells I am at the moment will soon die But I will be here Oh I'll still be here The sun goes up and the sun goes down I drag myself into the town All I do I want to do with you Everyday I'm at my desk At my desk I'm like the rest All I do I want to do with you Everyday, everyday, everyday...

Aad Sach, Jugaad Sach True in the beginning, True thoughout the ages Haibhay Sach, Nanak Hosee Bhay Sach True here and now, O Nanak, God shall forever be True Prayer of St Francis of Assisi: Lord, make me an instrument of Thy Peace; Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy. Oh Divine Master, Grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood, as to understand; To be loved, as to love; For it is in giving that we receive, It is in pardoning that we are pardoned, It is in dying that we are born into eternal life.