Bad Time Touch

[Strophe 1:] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Strophe 2:] 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 [Chorus] Yeahyeah! [Chorus]