This is a true confession nOf a man that lost his mindnReal regression when it’s you that you left behindnnBut now I’m movingnNow I’m MovingnNow I’m MovingnnIt’s a weird positionnIt’s a matter you can’t containnSelf-repression when you’re still once you have to train n nBut now we’re movingnNow we’re movingnNow we’re movingnnAndnOh my God I put the world on stopnSomehow I’ve got to add to somethingnWhat time before the curtain dropsnI’m all rightnI’m all rightnnAndnOh my God I put the world on stopnSomehow I’ve got to add to somethingnWhat time before the curtain dropsnI’m all rightnI’m all right, yeahnnThis is a true confession nOf a man that lost his mindnMine a question to leavenAnd never look behindnnBut now we’re movingnNow we’re MovingnNow we’re Moving on and on and onnnOh my God I put the world on stopnSomehow I’ve got to add to somethingnWhat time before the curtain dropsnI’m all rightnI’m all rightnOh, what do you mean, I lost my mind?nThis ain’t no game, no nWhat do you mean I lost my mind?nI just can’t let go