Eyes wide shut and I still feel the needle in my back
Cutting through my veins and spirit making me relax
I can't tell if I am living or just holding on
'Cause wicked games heeds wicked winners
No fist is needed when you call
And you seek pain like it is pleasure
When I'm your painting, I'm your treasure
And call it love or call it murder
Close the door then take it further
No fist is needed when you call
No fist is needed when you call
No fist is needed when you call
No fist is needed when you call
No fist is needed when you call