Call Box Songtext
von EXCIDE

What′s better than a devil you know?
A call away from empty words,
Better left a dead end. Never imposed.
A bitter never-come-to-terms.

Closed off to your call box.

A mental image you've come to loathe.
You′ll never seem to shake his voice.

It's only at your lowest low you're all alone.

Closed to your darling call box.
I won′t relive to revive your ego again.
Nothing left to believe you′ll learn from.
Nothing left but to cut the line.


A dead end, closed call box.

Your mistake here to pick up the toll,
A chance in hell says I might've called.
A bitter never-come-to-terms.

A part of me no better than you.
Scars left from a hate unlearned.
A tourniquet to deaden the hue,
A consequence of which you′ve earned.

At your lowest low you're alone.

Closed to your darling call box.
I won′t relive to revive your ego again.
Nothing left to believe you'll learn from.
Nothing left but to cut the line.