Walking through the fields of waste Souvenirs of the old days - like always Here I stand again to fight against the tide of time The sun shines actually kind Year one is beginning now No past behind, a thin black line Two and four the time we're heading for Black and white doesn't exist no more Men without past A small part, a short role of the cast Tick tock A small wheel of a clockwork Floating the river quietly timewards Four seasons, twelve months, fifty-two weeks ans A few hundred days remains To put the second number to the one we call Hunger Evolution calendar History will be written from here Watch the screen don't fear what you'll see Yesterday, thousands of years ago The streams of the road show you the way to go Men without past A small part, a short role of the cast Tick tock A small wheel of a clockwork Floating the river quietly timewards The speed was given priority While the rest stood still, at least it seems Steps backwards under me Maybe this is just what I feel Men without past A small part, a short role of the cast Tick tock A small wheel of a clockwork Floating the river quietly timewards Men without past...