Paroles de Video 8

I'm analogue, an empty cassette shell, My spinning spools, are feeding your eyes, I'm attic bound, an empty cassette shell. I make a sound with mono connection, The needle's down on the groove in your eyes. You'll now accept the rules, accept the rejection. An understanding that we were certain of, There's a tasteless relief about escape. I know you can develop if you take the chance, To feel nothing... i feel nothing. Video 8, i wonder if our luck will ever change? God knows we need a change! I'm broadcast on a thinning signal, A sunken mast of telegraph wires. So i reject the rules, coz i've had a skin-full. A test card, a symbol of nothing. A silent guard, patrolling your eyes, In the empty cell, of an empty cassette shell. An understanding that we were certain of, There's a tasteless relief about escape. I know you can develop if you take the chance, To feel nothing... i feel nothing. Video 8, i wonder if our luck will ever change? God knows we need a change! [repeat] Video 8... God knows we need a change! [repeat] Video 8, i wonder if our luck will ever change? God knows we need a change! [repeat]