Needle Songtext
von Noa Lee

Sitting where I sit
I witnessed all kinds of weather
In any type of face
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
As it hits me
I′ll break another sin
In an empty kind of gaze
And no one is waiting
For a bigger change
For an open vision
They speak in promising words But never put their money where their mouth is
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
For a bigger change
For an open vision
They speak in promising words
But never put the money where the mouth is
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