Center of attention roles laughing on the floor and kicks back his memories
This could be the theatre of lies
Oh sweet Lady of the Light

Are you here with me tonight or just a poor misguided fool that I am, or am I?
Truly hoping to cope with the feeling but can't help if it is a theatre of lies

Traffic rolls like angry moles
into the tunnel when it's afternoon
justified by the clock
time hits the state of shock

Will I ever be ready to face the challenge at hand?
I've been adrift since I got on the train.
Into the distance I was bound to go.
Into the dark I came

Insight to the soul and portrait from your home. Now we need a cleaning of act
Millenium is a hoax and neighbours can feel it. Neighbours they do cut to the facts.

Now I am half a man
the other half is up in the skies
time goes on and on
again I have to hoest my scythe

Better be ready to get your hands dirty if you gonna get paid...