Same cold, same coffee, same me The same old movement performed again A thousand times rehearsed Pretending all of this... had a sense Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream White bearing the burden of emptiness Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream The average man believes Same strangers, same train, same void Dropping hours like old papers from my pockets Suddenly they became so necessary Lost things are now so necessary Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream White bearing the burden of emptiness Still waiting for that change, still waiting for that dream The average man believes The sequence of these days A clock that ticks always the same A gesture blooms, but quickly fades Forgotten days, forgotten years The average man's odyssey... Silence, the only one answers. Silence, the void speaks Days are dripping from my chalice Timeless sands, the early death's caress Silence, god is speaking. Silence, just empty words A lip-synched preaching, words of stone The old white lie: go, get your crown The same train, watching me age. The same train, a circle trip An endless journey, a battle lost The script of this life: small miseries wrote in Silence, god is speaking. Silence, just let him talk Fighting a war no one cares about Until death finds me lost in the crowd