Morning papers have no feelings
they are never silent, but always counting, quietely
the room is clean, the blood's away
and everyone proceeds to the order of the day

Hate `till the end, can't stop the program
never forgive and never forget
hate till the end, can't stop the program
never forgive, what is left?

In the shop window I pass I can see a sign which says:
Nevertheless.
c'est amusant parce que je suis deja en train de croire
qu'il n'ya pas d'espoire