Tekster: Elysia. Box Of Needles.

Another?s reality exhausted all your dreams ? I?ll scatter your ashes on television screens - Quit living on the edge of your seat when you can live soaring off your feet.

Stress, take time to shake it off ? lethargic, gotta work it off.

(Are you dipping your hands in the box of needles)

Cause once you do, you can?t take it back ? Your hands will ache till you can?t grasp the fact ? That once you do, you can?t take it back ? Too numb to itch because your hope turned black.

The scenes change but life stays the same ? At the crown of the flame you?re still just a name ? Quit living chained to your seat when you can break free and flourish on your feet.

Betrayer, turn it off ? They wanna kill us off.

Are you dipping your hand in the box of needles? ? Cause once you do, nothing stays gold ? Strangers are dangers for you to extol ? You sold your heart to the beast ablaze ? There?s no hope for better days.

No faith and no hope.

Mindless ? Gutless ? Heartless - Loveless