Lonely in a wooden chair He stairs across the room As the dream comes alive
Slowly before his eyes The final scene appears And the madness begins
Deeds with no good reason Keep entering his vision And he knows He can never go back
In one hour While everyone is watching One more hour You will meet the man behind this mask
Quietly among the crowd He wears a wicked smile If they only knew
This will be their last night And it won't be no tomorrow Only blood-stained views On the six o´clock news
In one hour I'll display my power One more hour There's no one here to stop me Just one hour And you will see how dangerously One hour The games you play can be When my mind cracks
This didn't have to be This fatal tragedy If things were differently
