| I’m so distant and I’m so cold
|
| I’ve lived too long and I’m too old
|
| I’ve tried so many different ways
|
| I’ve watched each one of them decay
|
| I can’t expound before the ages
|
| While we are leafing through the pages
|
| The office blocks from which we march
|
| The mirrored shades shades of the patriarch
|
| Caught by streams of constant motion
|
| Most of the workers had no notion
|
| Sitting glued to computer screens
|
| Fingers raised — «must finish the scene»
|
| Lounge lizards in penthouse flats
|
| May soon find out where it’s at
|
| They gnaw away our hard earned pay
|
| We walk the treadmill every day
|
| I’m so distant and I’m so cold
|
| I’ve lived too long and I’m too old
|
| I’ve tried so many different ways
|
| I’ve watched each one of them decay
|
| I can’t expound before the ages
|
| While we are leafing through the pages
|
| The office block from which we march
|
| The mirrored shades of the Patriarch |