There,he's staring at the statue,it's 3AM
Fourteen hours of clock ticking
Fifteen sculptures painted black without wax
All of you sleep with one eye opened wide
What does it take to fit a circle into this hollow mind of belief?
Pins and needles
Spirals of circles
Too young to die
Too old to sacrifice
Too late to say good bye
And he's made a choice of walking between the lines
Revolution inside his mind
Seeing faces of himself drained and dried
And don't you try to cross this velvet line
Conformity has turned a square into your boundary of escape
Pins and needles
Spirals of circles
Pins and needles
Spirals of circles
Too young to die
Too old to sacrifice
Too late to say good bye