«Little Hideaway»

Tekst: Esben Meyer Kristiansen Musikk: Esben Meyer Kristiansen

A voice of reason
The choice is yours
Be a pioneer
Or shy away
A dyin’ beacon
You better set your course
Before it disappears

You’re a captive of your own silly mind
And these impregnable walls are of your own design

So what the hell are you waiting for?
Why you still here?
In your little hideaway
There’s nothing here for you anymore
But make believe foes
And the games they play

A hand of mercy
Knockin’ on your door
Can you even hear?
Or are you shying away again?
You better get on up and hurry
You better cut the cord
Before it disappears

You’re a captive of your own silly mind
And these impregnable walls are of your own design

So what the hell are you waiting for?
Why you still here?
In your little hideaway
There’s nothing here for you anymore
But make believe foes
And the games they play

Well I don’t know how many times I’ve told you to pep up and realize
That you’re the sole engineer of your own demise

So what the hell are you waiting for?
Why you still here?
In your little hideaway
There’s nothing here for you anymore
But make believe foes

And the games they play

HEY!! What the hell are you waiting for?
Why you still here?
In your little hideaway
There’s nothing here for you anymore
But make believe foes
And the games they play
The games they play
Mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm
In your little hideaway
The games they play
Mmm-mm-mm-mm-mm
In your little hideaway