What's going on my dear? Who's taking you out o' time? Don't even talk and don't even move, What you're gonna do, I saw You look trapped in psychotic games At the end a void is waiting. (This is the time to decide), This is your time to rise.
Life is no more than a novel where the last chapter's open. you seem sliding down
And where's the best of you? Your aim is painted on a faded canvas that just you should want to change. Can you hear this clock? Choose to stand and walk or read the plot.
Life is no more than a novel where the last chapter's open. you seem sliding down
I've been in you before and written down the page is coming fades in a dejavu now
And where's the best of you? Your aim is painted on a faded canvas that just you should want to change.