[Words & Music: T. Björn] Time's running out for you, my friend Can you hear them closing in Your fear is what makes them live and breed It's an obsession which you feed They rip your flesh apart and watch you bleed The ultimate pain is what you feel Frustration is rising, I can tell Another day is another hell Tell me now, spin my wheel Were they not or were they real Hear me someone, let me know Why my mind won't let me go You're tripping closer to the everlasting blur So, are you happy with your new white suit, sir Divided in two, it's them and you Divided in three, one part is me They've always been there for you to blame Will you ever figure out we are the same Too much time has passed You cannot even win your own created game Just like a ghost haunting it's own grave We're dancing this deadly waltz with not a step to save Existance of an imbecile Bring me down, enjoy the thrill Something's here behind my eyes Draining my sense and telling me lies You're tripping closer to the everlasting blur So, are you happy with you new white suit The toil is tightening and reality occur Who can be happy in this white suit, sir