A million ways to pass the hours And yet I'm slipping, slipping away And how time weighs so heavy now Is life ever what it seems? Beyond the writing on the wall I have no mask here left at all Beyond the writing on the wall I have no mask here left at all And then I count up all the ways I tried to be my could've beens If I'm just a face that looks the same Then nothing matters anyway Beyond the writing on the wall I have no mask here left at all Beyond the writing on the wall I have no mask here left at all We are the writing on the wall We are the writing on the wall We are the writing on the wall We are the writing on the wall We are the writing on the wall