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