There's no use in denying, you're living in a void
Staying home all day, never did you any good
You've been working for hours,
working like a dog
Your novel can wait, correct me if I'm wrong

Preachers in your head
Whisper words unsaid
Mister you've become
A page turner

Your neighbours think
that you're already dead
But I know you're still living
But you're living in your head
You're socially dead, and you don't even care
I see your scattered notes, everywhere

Preachers, in your head
Whisper, words unsaid...Mister,
you've become a page turner
you've become a page turner
you've become a page turner

You are a page turner
You are a page turner
You are a page turner