I'm so distant and so cold

I've lived too long and I'm so 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 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"

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 so cold

I've lived too long and I'm so 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

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