Hello! Hello… Your morning coffee, evening tea in office show – From Monday to eternity
from cradle days you think you do it for the fun for easy praise why don’t you hear, baby:
RUN AND RUN AND RUN MY FALLEN SOLDIER RUN! RUN! RUN MY SELFISH FRIEND
your table waits why don’t you really understand you spend your days between the walls you must defend
you looked for truth but need to lie and lie… come on Your private muse’ (la-la-la-la-la) so quiet and you hear:
RUN AND RUN AND RUN MY FALLEN SOLDIER RUN AND RUN AND RUN MY SELFISH FRIEND YOU WANNA HIDE, HIDE, HIDE FROM REAL VISION WHILE DREAMING IN THE OFFICE LAND IN THE OFFICE LAND
hello, hello you drink your corporative tea you won your show but lost your personality
you look so tired it’s unbelievable to feel you’re uninspired and life is fake but death is real.