No chance to hear the good news
No chance to break the deadlines
You’re acting contrary to rules
Now think it’s time to hit the highlights
Forgotten names
Between wind and water
A scar on your soul
Your memory’s empty
Dissolution again
Time gather pace now
By fair means or foul
Your pride comes in handy
No chance to hear the good news
No chance to break the deadlines
You’re acting contrary to rules
Now think it’s time to hit the highlights
Stations and halls
They yearn for dance and balls
Where the tired souls
Can get the filthy source
Deadbeats and lords
They wait for drifts and goals
Where lay wings in hell-holes
And what they get are hyperboles
Forgotten names
Between wind and water
A scar on your soul
Your memory’s empty
Dissolution again
Time gather pace now
By fair means or foul
Your pride comes in handy
No chance to hear the good news
No chance to break the deadlines
You’re acting contrary to rules
Now think it’s time to hit the highlights