| Ticking, that insane sound
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| We dance to the running of hours
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| Programmed moments passing by
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| Tighten the knot around our time
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| Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair
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| Generations deny their collapse
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| Staring up the gallows pole
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| To once more sigh in relief
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| So silent the breath of a dead man
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| So silent we don’t want to hear
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| Just grin back at fate when it’s smiling
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| The headsman won’t forget
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| Expectations constitute the failures
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| As we pray to have the world
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| Programmed figures passing by
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| On their ceaseless hunt to conquer life
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| Wealth at the steps of the blind
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| Seeking on both sides
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| All clung to the ropes
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| Failing two feet down
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| We refuse to drown in the sand
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| And make decisions of no avail
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| Staring up with arrogance
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| To play the fool nothing daunted
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| So silent the breath of a dead man
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| So silent we don’t want to hear
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| Laughing at those who we left behind
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| Just can’t get enough of the ride
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| Ticking, that insane sound
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| We dance to the running of hours
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| Programmed moments passing by
|
| Tighten the knot around our time
|
| Fortunes slipping, ignoring despair
|
| Generations deny their collapse
|
| Staring up the gallows pole
|
| To once more sigh in relief
|
| All clung to the ropes
|
| Falling two feet down
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| No need to flee, they have found us
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| Praying to have it all |