Bad Time Touch

What a wonderful illusion to be the king not the clown
But when you wake up it’s like they stole your crown
You got your grave in front of your eyes
Your blood runs cold and you see how a little star dies
The guilt in your eyes, the face in the dirt
The little illusion, your only light
It’s a bad time touch
You know that it won’t last forever
It’s a bad time touch
You know that it’s now, now or never
When your blame shines thru your thin disguise
And your fame’s been broken, would you lie
Just to feel your rights, and stand right tall
Although you know it’s sure you gonna fall
You know, they know, that you will never fall
So lift your gloves and like a man you will stand right tall
Yeahyeah!