Tell me now who told you the things you say You've got nothing to lose on the other way What is this reality you live in Could it be nothing but virtual tragedy? If I tell you nothing you see is true Would that change some of your rules? Is it reality yours what you feel inside What's the gap between you an the machinery? I can't be sure all I see is real (If) everything's decided should I live in fear Am I the father of what's in my head And there's no way out Last one There's no solution If you're the last before the end What you think and what you choose Disappear with the things you lose Nothing you can visualize Is going to be a result of your mind Is this that I feel mine even if it's so unreal? Who's playing with your lives, The puppet master in disguise? Last before the end