Empty lives we lead, you and me
Running around in circles round
All our problems we know and see
But the solutions are needles in a hay mound

Superficial lives and superficial friends
We wipe our tears in the dark
Walking blindly into every alley, into dead-ends
Stuck in a golden cage, a pretend-happy lark

Patiently we wait for death to come
The dessert served at the end of dinners
On scales our souls are weighed lump sum
The saints for God, for the Devil the sinners

Seldom do we glance at the setting sun
And the clock in the kitchen ticks away
We keep living the empty lives we’ve spun
Minute by minute, day by day