TREADMILL
music ©by mafish, text ©by ralf moß
I tell you what's to come
I tell you where it ends
I'm looking fore to some
Extremely downward trends
To a boring situation
An enervating life
That leads to aberration
That always ends in strife
There will be drabness
And daily aggravation
Missing happyness
Always the same rotation
Always the same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking days
But no fuck at nights
Always the same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking nights
But never fucks on our days
I tell you what's to come
I tell you where it ends
An awfully nice home
And daily restrained yells
Shouts for alternation
Variety, for breaking out
From daily grind
For lifting off from ground
Always the same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking days
But no fuck at nights
Always the boring same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking nights
But never fucks on our days
I tell you what's to come
I tell you where it ends
Nothing make things hum
In the pain of daily hells
Always the same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking days
But no fuck at nights
Always the same rotation
Always the same event
Always the same fucking nights
But never fucks on our days
The boring same rotation
And always equal circles
Always the same fucking nights
And never fucks on our days
And never fucks on our days
And never fucks on our days
And never fucks on our days