| Song | Changes |
| Artist | Praying Mantis |
| Album | Forever in Time |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Every life must have a reason | |
| So I thought the story goes | |
| Just holding onto dreams now, | |
| As reality steals the show | |
| Wisdom such an asset, | |
| But it’s gained too late in life | |
| The prize of youth without control | |
| Just the blade but not the knife | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don’t say what you fear | |
| What’s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| I wake up every morning, | |
| Though I’ve slept through | |
| All of these years | |
| A cog that turns another, | |
| Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
| The treadmill of surviving | |
| I’m still spinning round and round | |
| The motions I’m use to, | |
| That I need no sight nor sound | |
| The dawn of life, I’ve waited long to see | |
| Now the figure of resentment, | |
| This is not how I thought it would be……. | |
| Can’t you see? | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don’t say what you fear | |
| What’s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
| For the wonders you may never see | |
| It’s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
| The face in the crowd is now me | |
| I painted life by numbers, | |
| Every color mixed so true | |
| But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
| When all I saw, it’s was blue | |
| The picture now is drying, | |
| As I wipe dust from the frame | |
| A lifetime’s picture is complete | |
| But the canvas is still so plain |
| Every life must have a reason | |
| So I thought the story goes | |
| Just holding onto dreams now, | |
| As reality steals the show | |
| Wisdom such an asset, | |
| But it' s gained too late in life | |
| The prize of youth without control | |
| Just the blade but not the knife | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don' t say what you fear | |
| What' s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| I wake up every morning, | |
| Though I' ve slept through | |
| All of these years | |
| A cog that turns another, | |
| Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
| The treadmill of surviving | |
| I' m still spinning round and round | |
| The motions I' m use to, | |
| That I need no sight nor sound | |
| The dawn of life, I' ve waited long to see | |
| Now the figure of resentment, | |
| This is not how I thought it would be. | |
| Can' t you see? | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don' t say what you fear | |
| What' s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
| For the wonders you may never see | |
| It' s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
| The face in the crowd is now me | |
| I painted life by numbers, | |
| Every color mixed so true | |
| But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
| When all I saw, it' s was blue | |
| The picture now is drying, | |
| As I wipe dust from the frame | |
| A lifetime' s picture is complete | |
| But the canvas is still so plain |
| Every life must have a reason | |
| So I thought the story goes | |
| Just holding onto dreams now, | |
| As reality steals the show | |
| Wisdom such an asset, | |
| But it' s gained too late in life | |
| The prize of youth without control | |
| Just the blade but not the knife | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don' t say what you fear | |
| What' s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| I wake up every morning, | |
| Though I' ve slept through | |
| All of these years | |
| A cog that turns another, | |
| Am I clockwork puppeteer? | |
| The treadmill of surviving | |
| I' m still spinning round and round | |
| The motions I' m use to, | |
| That I need no sight nor sound | |
| The dawn of life, I' ve waited long to see | |
| Now the figure of resentment, | |
| This is not how I thought it would be. | |
| Can' t you see? | |
| The challenge is here, | |
| Don' t say what you fear | |
| What' s over the hill do you know | |
| No longer the child, once where so wild | |
| Wait for the hold man to show | |
| The truth in the eyes, still wear the disguise | |
| For the wonders you may never see | |
| It' s high time to fear, the final frontier | |
| The face in the crowd is now me | |
| I painted life by numbers, | |
| Every color mixed so true | |
| But how could I paint a rainbow, | |
| When all I saw, it' s was blue | |
| The picture now is drying, | |
| As I wipe dust from the frame | |
| A lifetime' s picture is complete | |
| But the canvas is still so plain |