terminal announcement

no one must see where tired phrases go
what truly matters is the broadcast lie
our motives are as pure as day-old snow

nobody cares what stubborn breezes blow
nor what the colour of the morning sky
no one must see where tired phrases go

tomorrow comes the radioactive glow
for now we punish those who dare to pry
our motives are as pure as day-old snow

we gave our bank accounts a chance to grow
and watched as all the numbers mounted high
no one must see where tired phrases go

we do not care if you hatred bestow
upon our heads we have the time to fly
our motives are as pure as day-old snow

this is the hour that you will come to know
when all our assets have to go bye-bye
no one must see where tired phrases go
our motives are as pure as day-old snow