Slowly slowly this nail so tenderly gets you so no air
This box you've built this gyroscopic jail on a snail's back
Dragging your mind again through dark and muddy waters on a rotten raft
Golden lonely slivers of light coming through
Making their way through corridors of a haystack with your name

Biding time in a designer cell
Like a clock with hands behind its back
Leaning back on others' pixel hell
Forget and smile away

Hey
Stack your gold and hide away
Clench your fist and hit
Away
Solitude's a hair away
You're the needle in the
Hay
Probably will end the same
Wiser men have tried and
Failed

Nowhere this box you've built this gyroscopic jail on a snail's back
Dragging your mind again through dark and muddy waters on a rotten raft
Golden lonely slivers of light coming through
Slowly slowly