Needle - Intellectual

[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

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 their 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

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 what is real?

We push it even further and further

Further, further, further, further, further