One Hour
Robert Säll
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
