"Pappara" goes the sound of working with no chance to rest
Lo-do-lo-do, ran-ran-ra
Every day keeps on cycling,
 [bad word]  if you think, to a stray on its own

Somewhere, there's someone switching their job for another's
Ma-no-ma-no, ran-ran-ra
Who knows who, no one noticed them,
They're too busy chasing numbers around

Deep inside, in your heart's innermost core,
You will find that there is a locked door
As they said "You can't believe in such things anymore,"
Only I heard the knock they ignored

To say that "it won't change" is just giving up,
It's wasting your time, trying to hurry the hands of a stopped clock
Were you in your dreams, you would gladly say,
"I shall make a prayer to the stars," and expose your [bad word] self

"Tick-tock," a foolish soldier rattles as he works away
Gat-tan-gat-tan, ran-ran-ra
What to choose? Which is best for me?
 [bad word]  if you think, to a mess stained all black

The morning switches with the night during the evening
No-ma-no-ma, ran-ran-ra
Who knows why, no one even cared,
Too busy chasing their numbers of greed
 [bad word] from the room beyond the door,
faint voice whispers through it once more...

To say that "it's no use" is just standing down,
It's muttering your contempt in the corners of a dark room
Anywhere is fine, just take me away
So much like a prince, it seems, yet while meant [bad word]  does not

"Good evening, and may good [bad word] to you!"
Suddenly, there's someone speaking from beyond the door
"Oh, it's fine, the lock's still locking me away..."
"Yet from here I'm reaching to you - can't you reach me, too?"

That's just something that I didn't want to hear
Didn't want to hear, no, I didn't want to hear
Hey, hey, don't go anywhere, I'm still here!
Stay here by my [bad word] and tell me what it's like...

To say that you're "worthless" is an utter lie,
Although it is sadly a [bad word]  should no one notice nor want you
Heartlessly ignored, left untouchable,
No matter what [bad word] to pass, the lock will ever lock you still

You're taken to the grave, and you're working still
"Well, yes, that is [bad word]  but, well..." But there's nothing left for you to say
The hands of the clock will spin eternally,
And the gentle sound of the knocking is left to cry away