You in the back Hiding in the shadows still Alone in your head With nothing to touch or feel A wick or a fire Orange, silent, flickering black Nothing is real But tugging on this electric wire (Electric wire) Amanda Jones Serving the frail A worthless pending promise trap The faces are dead In violence, a floor is packed It echoes the fears Cold, empty, sentenced to fail Escaping instead To flashes of light and pounding ears Pounding ears Amanda Jones Play us a track Cue a sound that reflects our world Keep it alive Controls of a grey-eyed girl Selections are made The angry, distant songs of attack Touch the deprived Revelry in the last of the fade The last of the fade The last of the fade Amanda Amanda