Im so distant and so cold Ive lived too long and Im so old Ive tried so many different ways Ive watched each one of them decay I cant expound before the ages While we are leafing through the pages The office blocks from which we march The mirrored shades of the patriarch Caught by streams of constant motion Most of the workers have no notion Sitting glued to computer screens Fingers raised - must finish the scene Lizards lounge in penthouse flats May soon find out where its at They gnaw away our hard earned pay We walk the treadmill every day Im so distant and so cold Ive lived too long and Im so old Ive tried so many different ways Ive watched each one of them decay I cant expound before the ages While we are leafing through the pages The office block from which we march The mirrored shades of the Patriarch youtu.be/Zf3lVsFhgjM
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 09:49:30 +0000