• It's another day, the same room
    with the same wallpaper and the same old tune
    Playing in the back of my mind
    The chords get higher and louder as I wait for the right time.
    in the books by my side, words are inscribed
    Telling me how my live is sweet and divine
    We're all the same,
    Just different shapes and colours which will never change.

    Aces, Jokers, Spades and Hearts, We all get a chance to play our part.
    The world is the body of a broken artist, and we're the papercuts and inkstains on his hands.
    Diamonds, Clubs, Kings and Queens, Everythjing is exactly how it seems
    In these words, I hope you understand we're painful reminders of his imagination.