Treadmill کے بول

I'm so distant and so cold I've lived too long and I'm so old I've tried so many different ways I've watched each one of them decay I can't expound before the ages While we are leafing through the pages The office blocks from which we march The mirrored shades of the patriarch Caught by streams of constant motion Most of the workers have no notion Sitting glued to computer screens Fingers raised - " must finish the scene" Lounge lizards in penthouse flats May soon find out where it's at They gnaw away our hard earned pay We walk the treadmill every day I'm so distant and so cold I've lived too long and I'm so old I've tried so many different ways I've watched each one of them decay I can't expound before the ages While we are leafing through the pages The office block from which we march The mirrored shades of the Patriarch