Walking through the fields of waste
Souvenirs of the old days - like always
Here I stand again to fight against the tide of time
The sun shines actually kind
Year one is beginning now
No past behind, a thin black line
Two and four the time we're heading for
Black and white doesn't exist no more
Men without past
A small part, a short role of the cast
Tick tock
A small wheel of a clockwork
Floating the river quietly timewards
Four seasons, twelve months, fifty-two weeks ans
A few hundred days remains
To put the second number to the one we call
Hunger
Evolution calendar
History will be written from here
Watch the screen don't fear what you'll see
Yesterday, thousands of years ago
The streams of the road show you the way to go
Men without past
A small part, a short role of the cast
Tick tock
A small wheel of a clockwork
Floating the river quietly timewards
The speed was given priority
While the rest stood still, at least it seems
Steps backwards under me
Maybe this is just what I feel
Men without past
A small part, a short role of the cast
Tick tock
A small wheel of a clockwork
Floating the river quietly timewards
Men without past...
