I'm ready this morning, to shave
To put on my tie and to run
To the traffic trouble, to the cursing, to the exhaust gas
To the mud that splatters on my trouser leg
Laptop, I'm holding it very tightly, come and take it
Look how often I walked these roads
Through the wormy tunnels of the metro
My story is flowing away, sadly
You said success, but you didn't succeed
Is anyone still bothering with your words?
You said learn, but you didn't teach
Is there something new to learn?
Is there something?
The escalator is telling me
They aren't walking but I am
Technic is a knowledge, there's no relation
Because the knowledge of truth/reality is erased
Ferris wheel, turn around to yourself
There are some secrets going around, but no one sees it
The below and above are people, both halves
Always dark always midnight