Is it stinging
The acid in your stream.
Hear the ringing
Voices in between.
You picked this tune to play
And you had to have your way,
Got your masterpiece,
But you don't seem pleased.
So here it is
Custom made.
You wrapped the world around your finger.
Did you take on
An endless tower?
Has your spring
Turned into winter?
You're frozen cold,
One man show.
But who is watching?
There's no one watching…
Now you got it,
Everything you asked,
Burned your bridges,
So why you turning back?
My doors won't fit you through,
Your head's too heavy to.
What could I give you now?
I'm still the same tale.
So here it is
Custom made.
You wrapped the world
Around your finger.
You're claim to fame,
Turned out a shame.
Has your spring
Turned into winter?
You held your own
One man show.
But no one's watсhing…
No, no one's watching…
You can't go back
And you can’t come back…