[Storyteller.]

Don't know where you're going,
used to be a star.
and everywhere you turn
they're raining on your fire.
You're searching for an answer,
your hands and tongue are tied
and everything that you thought you knew
is buried deep alive.

You could take tomorrow
if you wanna.
You should take tomorrow
but you gotta wanna.

You think you've got it all,
the writing is on the wall.
You're praying to your Lord,
searching for your soul
'cause you just need to know
the emptiness will go
in a moment.

I'm looking in the mirror,
I'm talking to myself,
stare at my reflection
and I look like someone else.
I ask myself a question:
Can I face another day?
So I look myself right in the eyes
and I tell myself again...