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]