F*** MS Win98

I am sitting and looking into a wide open field of blue

out of a window

I am sitting and watching windows flying by

on a piece of glass

but the room is dark

and the night is cold

you will not go out

we grow here old

I am sitting and my eyes stuck at some numbers on a paper

waiting for a wonder

I am sitting and observing my world like always

a phone and a table

and the day is bright

but the office cold

some screenlight

we grew here old

burn my eyes

take my brain

nothin' changed

we're all the same