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