Текст песни
On a blank white page, under daylight glow
A stick man walks where the margins go
Every step a line, every breath a trace
Living in the silence of an empty space
Then the world starts shaking, the ground feels thin
A giant hand pulls the line I'm in
Ink turns wild, the path bends wrong
I reach for the pencil, I'm not that small
It's a pencil tug of war, me against the hand
Who decides the story, who makes the plan?
I pull for freedom, you pull for control
I'm just a drawing, but I've got a soul
You say "move left", you say "don't fall"
You draw my limits, you build my wall
But every sketch can learn to fight
Every thin line can stand upright
It's a pencil tug of war, black lead and skin
Who's the creator, who's trapped within?
You hold the power, or so it seems
But I'm alive inside your dreams
If you let me go, what would I be?
Just a mistake or a prophecy?
Erase me once, erase me twice
I'll redraw myself at any price
It's a pencil tug of war, the page is torn
From a simple sketch, a will is born
You can guide me, but I'll still stand
A stick man fighting the artist's hand
On a white blank page, the story stays
Two forces pulling… in different ways