The Writing on the Wall

Left for dead in the flickering light
Veil of dirt and gasoline stench
He rises worn but ready to fight
But his hands are tied
By a rusty chain

When something flashes right before his eyes
Out of nowhere letters on the wall
And as the words are starting to arise
He can feel his pulse
And his heartbeat fall

No one's there to hear (Lord have mercy on me)
Not a soul to set him free

The writing on the wall
It's gonna blow your mind
It's gonna steal your soul
The writing on the wall
There's nothing you can do
It's gonna take control

Scared to death by the ominous sign
The words are slowly sinking in his brain
No time to lose, no rest to find
The only thing that counts is his quest for fame

No half measures, no compromises
Anything goes to reach out for the light
Getting higher, danger's lurking in the dark
Like a shooting star in an endless fall

No one's there to hear (Lord have mercy on me)
Not a soul to set him free

It's the writing on the wall
It's gonna blow your mind
It's gonna steal your soul
The writing on the wall
There's nothing you can do
It's gonna take control

It's the writing on the wall
It's gonna blow your mind
It's gonna steal your soul
The writing on the wall
There's nothing you can do
It's gonna take control
The writing on the wall
It's gonna blow your mind
It's gonna steal your soul
The writing on the wall
There's nothing you can do



Credits
Writer(s): Jérémie Plu, Michael Pierre-desmonde, Stéphane Dimanche, Thibault Duprez, Wilfried Ring
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