"Stop stop stop stop" screams the voice, my head explodes
The eleventh moment in my hands, in the middle of the day in the middle of the life
In the middle of the crossroads, standing in the red light
Knives in my soul to their handles
"Don't move!" says the poltergeist, wants to see me dead
Is going to kill me, made me a madman
I came here the wrong side of the street, the headlights blind me
I might be abandoned but I won't go unnoticed anymore
Dozens of memories in a second
Joy, sorrow, burning right onto my retinas
Should I watch the whole film or record some more?
Voices get louder, soon I'll be just a memory
There has to be medication for this
I can't take your stop signs, give up
I won't surrender, I'll be free
The evil will get what's coming to him
Gets a taste of his own medicine
The last picture
The prettiest of them all
I could stare at it forever
Should I cross the line or keep on trying
Brakes are screeching, a voice screams "don't move, don't move"
I lift my eyes from my shoes, a green light ahead of me
There's a lot to say, I wonder where to start
Maybe from when I chose to take another step
another step