Dead END
mind.in.a.box Lyrics

Can you hear me? Is this working?
Speaker is checking if the communication system is functioning properly.

OK, good.
Confirmation that the communication system is working.

I just arrived at the position the informant indicated.
Speaker has arrived at the informed location shared by an informant.

I have a clear view of the entrance to the club and the bouncer in front.
Speaker is describing their current line of sight.

There is someone talking to him, but it's a guy.
A male individual is speaking to the bouncer.

More people arriving.
People are continuing to arrive at the location.

Okay... no she's not one of them.
Speaker was waiting for a specific female target, but she has not arrived yet.

He said she would be here ten minutes ago.
Another person informed the artist that the female target would arrive 10 minutes ago.

I'm going in.
Speaker decides to enter the club to find the target.

You block out all doubts, and focus on a single purpose.
The importance of completing the mission and the need to stay focused at all times.

You dive into the scene before you,
Speaker is entering a club after blocking out all distractions.

Your senses assaulted from every possible direction.
The surroundings are overwhelming the artist's senses.

You can hear the blood throb in your veins,
Hyperawareness of the singer's body functions.

The familiar pang kicking in to keep you calm and make you forget everything else.
An established routine that helps the singer stay calm and focused.

You feel as in a dream, floating through the huge room, scanning. Scanning.
The singer is scanning the room while feeling detached from reality.

It should be easy now, your state keeps you focused.
The artist is in a state of heightened focus, making the task at hand feel easy.

But you are still aware of the music, boring into your mind,
The loud music is distracting the artist.

A strange pressure you have never felt before.
The music is causing a unique sensation.

Your focus starts to waver.
The music is starting to affect the singer's concentration.

You have to find your target, she is the only lead.
A reminder of the importance of finding the female target to get answers.

She is the only one who knows what happened in the back of that bar.
The target has crucial information related to a past event.

You cannot lose her again.
The artist has failed to find the target in the past and cannot let it happen again.

You feel the cold inside of yourself,
The singer feels a sense of urgency and determination.

People scrambling desperately to get out of your way.
People in the club are trying to avoid the artist as they move around.

Then you see her, exhilaration breaking your icy calm,
The singer finally spots the target, creating a sense of excitement.

A raging fire, driving you on with incredible speed.
The adrenaline rush fuels the singer's pursuit of the target.

But the music is still there, and the distance doesn't decrease.
The distraction of the music makes it feel like the target is far away.

There is a flight of stairs, an endless corridor.
The path to the target seems long and endless.

Pressing through a window, running in the rain.
The artist is going through extreme measures to chase the target.

Feeling a sudden burn in your flesh.
The hardships of chasing the target are starting to take a toll on the singer's body.

She is still there, in front of you.
The target is within the singer's reach.

You can see her, but the music sticks to your mind.
The music is still a distracting factor while the artist sees the target.

You're skidding through the rain, getting desperate,
The artist is getting desperate to catch the target.

Darting through another back entrance.
The artist is moving through different entrances to chase the target.

Dashing through a corridor,
The chase continues in tight spaces.

Spilling out into a room full of people, and music.
The chase leads into a crowded room with loud music.

The music. It's burning in your mind, driving you mad,
The distracting music is driving the singer insane.

There is only the music. The music.
The music is the only thing the singer can focus on.

There is nothing else. Nothing else.
The singer has blocked out all other distractions.

Only the floor rushing toward you.
The artist is losing control and falling to the ground.