A dancing man upon the wall

A dancing man upon the wall

Do you see the little man up there,
dancing round and round?
Swinging two sharp blades of blackness,
killing almost without sound.
Killing men and killing women
sometimes even killing childs
ending hopes and dreams and visions
just by sucking out their lives.

When you look into the mirror,
do you know who’s looking back,
or have you already lost yourself?
Somewhere you have left the track.

Left the track of your own destiny
of chasing after your own dreams.
Do you lay awake in bed at night
and wonder what it means,
that you have to force yourself
to wake up every single day.
You just hate your job and hate your life
there’s nothing more to say.

Can you see the little man up there,
just dancing round and round?
Swinging two sharp blades of blackness,
killing almost without sound.
Killing men and killing women
sometimes even killing childs
ending hopes and dreams and visions
just by sucking out their lives.

There’s no place for love, no time to laugh
‚cause all you know for sure,
Is that dancing man behind your back
that you just can’t ignore.

As the minutes turn to hours
and the hours turn to days.
And the days turn into weeks and months
and years turn to decades

Always running like a robot,
following the ticking rythm.
Like a slave you work for others
you just buried your own dreams.
Tell me when will you wake up
and realize that that’s not what it means.
What it means to be alive,
to live here on planet earth.

Do you see the little man up there,
dancing round and round?
Swinging his sharp blades of blackness
killing almost without sound.
Killing men and killing women
sometimes even killing childs
ending hopes and dreams and visions
just by sucking out their lives.

When will you decide to wake up
and finally walk your way?
When will you stare back into
those mirrored eyes and finally say
I’ve seen it all, i’m gonna quit
i know today’s the day.

Or will you just spend your life
living this endless misery?
Saving your ass into the weekends
saying the next week it’ll be.

Then just let me tell you this
it’s not happening the next day,
nor next week, next month, next year
it’s always gonna be like yesterday.

If you don’t take action now,
someday you’ll die waiting for the
opportunity that’s never gonna be.

And when life finally made you sick,
you see the blackness coming up.
The little man up there the wall will laugh
and say „I’m never gonna stop.“
I’ll just make my way goin‘ round and round
and ruining your lives.
It’s your fault ‚cause you created me,
I am the curse of time.

Do you see the little man up there,
dancing round and round?
Swinging his sharp blades of blackness
killing almost without sound.
Killing men and killing women
sometimes even killing childs
ending hopes and dreams and visions
just by sucking out their lives.

Picture by flegmatik95 at pixabay.com

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