System T M S

[Verse]
Every day is a struggle, every moment is a fight
Feeling angry and frustrated, nothing seems right
The system T M S, made by Grzegorz, is a curse
Every dispatcher is pissed off, stuck in this chaotic verse

[Verse 2]
Constantly dealing with issues, trying to fix the mess
But the buses keep getting delayed, causing distress
"Disposition not found," a message that brings rage
Using the most vulgar words, trapped in this never-ending cage

[Chorus]
Frustration builds up, anger is on the rise
Hoping for a way out, to escape these lies
But for now, we're stuck in this cycle of pain
System T M S, driving us insane.