Feeling my time
Not knowing when will stop
Losing prime
I was hoping that I can
Make something
To brighten the future
But it ain't nothing
False ideas, no hope
Hanging on the thin rope
Near hysteria, my cope
False ideas, no hope
Hanging on the thin rope
Near hysteria, my cope
No signal
Wires all cut loose
Area's under
No way to go through
No signal
Wires all cut loose
Area's under
No way to go through
For a long time
Was alone running
Through the fog where I
Couldn't see nothing
I saw light
I saw something
Sight to behold, so stunning
What the f*ck do you talk about
Voice from below was talking 'bout
All the time when I was not found
Did my best not to be downed
Never lift off the ground
Always addicted to sound
Wait stars to align
I've never been around
No signal
Wires all cut loose
Area's under
No way to go through
No signal
Wires all cut loose
Area's under
No way to go through