Lyrics
Null statement
Like a run-down battery
Idling once again
The loop returns void
Arrange your pens
Folders
Memories
With empty hands we leave
Start from scratch again
No desire for a fight
Just one long-felt need
Draw a blank
And wash your stained white shirt
No spare time left
Take the empties back to the shop
Leave your pens
Folders
Memories
With empty hands we leave
Start from scratch again
No desire for a fight
With silent words we fall
The blanks in the questionnaire
Completed
Enclosed
Returned
With empty hands we leave
With empty hands we leave
With empty hands we leave
With empty hands we leave
With empty hands we leave