I m running after time

Records scratch the silence of apartments.
You look into the glass where the world is broadcast.
The taxi meter beats out our age,
The age where man has disappeared as a target.
Tram lines cut the route,
Those who betrayed us have long been lying.
I hide my eyes behind the glass of dark lenses,
Watching how the era plunges down.

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Running in the wake of time, breaking my stride,
There, where foreign debts have frozen.
A cold sequencer pulses to the beat,
Our history is a broken fact.
Running in the wake of time.


The shadow from the shop window falls on silk.
He who kept silent has finally gone quiet.
The synthetics of phrases replace our pulse for us,
I will memorize this century by heart — and snap.
Cheap perfume and expensive melancholy,
The pistol of waiting is placed at the temple.
We became shadows on a white wall,
In this beautiful, cold war.

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Running in the wake of time, breaking my stride,
There, where foreign debts have frozen.
A cold sequencer pulses to the beat,
Our history is a broken fact.
Running in the wake of time.


Guitars have cooled, the drum machine is working.
We have reached the plateau of nameless peaks.
Don't try to make it to the last screening,
This movement is our decadence.



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Running in the wake of time, breaking my stride,
There, where foreign debts have frozen.
A cold sequencer pulses to the beat,
Our history is a broken fact.


Minus one. Darkness. Baritone.
The light is off. And the ringtone is cut.
Running... in the wake of time.
Running.
Tick-tock.