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 one 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 one 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