Needle

[Verse 1]
Sitting where I sit
I witnessed all kinds of weather in any type of phase
Sitting as it hits me
The needle left the skin in any kind of haze
And no one is waiting
And as I sit
I will see different kinds of visions as time is put to waste
And as it hits me
I'll break another sin in an empty kind of gaze
And no one is waiting

[Chorus]
For a bigger change
For an open vision
They speak in promising words
But never put their money where their mouth is

[Verse 2]
I watch them race
As they try to stay in line to get to higher places
While I get high
Their faces are online to keep up with the pace
And no one is waiting

[Chorus]
For a bigger change
For an open vision
They speak in promising words
But never put their money where the mouth is

[Outro]
Is it me or are we losing grip on what is real
And what needs to be thrown away?
We push it even further and further away from ourselves
Is it me or are we losing grip on what is real
And what needs to be thrown away?
We push it even further and further away from ourselves
Is it me or are we losing grip on—
Is it me or are we losing grip on—
Is it me or are we losing grip on what is real?
We push it even further and further
Further, further, further, further, further