I am so distant And so cold I've lived too long And I'm so old I've tried so many distant ways I've watched each one of them delayed I can't expound for the ages While we are leafing through the pages The office blocks from which we march Mirrored shades of the Patriarch Lounge lizards in penthouse flats May soon find out where it's at They gnaw away our hard earned pay We walk the treadmill every day Caught by streams of constant motion Most of the workers have no notions Sitting glued to computer screens Fingers raised - must finish the scene Techo-droppings don't exist Within these walls we can't resist _____________________________________________________________________
