Of November and Programming Songtext
von Sans Parade

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