And evening, and morning, and flame in the sky
Mechanic enrolling, indifferent time
Thin sand of the stars, mystery of the night
Continuous moving, the dark and the light
Meltdown of sense, stock of old battered books
The fate in the lens, bleary-eyed outlook
Dismay of the knowledge, too much what to say
Fast twinkle of years, one infinite day
Blank history lessons and ever the same
A heavy quick trial and hopeless claim
In difficult times the trust to be sold
By power keepers the madmen in hold
While few crazy headmen are riding the globe
Poor tired people are working non-stop
The path breaks away on the deadly closed door
And soldiers on march to be killed on the war
