Ticking, that insane sound

We dance to the running of hours

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


So silent the breath of a dead man

So silent we don't want to hear

Just grin back at fate when it's smiling

The headsman won't forget


Expectations constitute the failures

As we pray to have the world

Programmed figures passing by

On their ceaseless hunt to conquer life

Wealth at the steps of the blind

Seeking on both sides


All clung to the ropes

Failing two feet down

We refuse to drown in the sand

And make decisions of no avail

Staring up with arrogance

To play the fool nothing daunted


So silent the breath of a dead man

So silent we don't want to hear

Laughing at those who we left behind

Just can't get enough of the ride


Ticking, that insane sound

We dance to the running of hours

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

No need to flee, they have found us

Praying to have it all