My circle
Turning around to turn around
No indication of intent
Everywhere I’m going I’ve already been spent
Know the perimeter well
My special circle in Hell
Dinnertime demons dinner bell
Any chance to make it universe won’t tell,
Conditioned so it’s automatic
Blaming anyone else angrily a savage
Light a fire eat the match
Confused on fire rapidly strike a batch
Assume the worst then incorrectly charge blast react
Ego filled with pus pain in the back,
Sit down for a millisecond
Then beat the last time as depression beckons
Vicious little rodeo
Off the bullshit whoops back on I go
Lifehouse blues
Sick cycle carousel old news
Repeating my circle.
