Текст: Sondre Lerche. Faces Down. Sleep On Needles.

I am but a fool to play unaware of things
If I treassured the truth, I would tell it to you?
I come around each time your notes are high
To tear you down and drag you up
to let you know what`s going on

Sleep on needles
you?ll believe you are hard
Sleep on needles
and hear only the truth