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