my hands are in my eyes today for all the world to see
and everything is Smaller than I ever thought it'd be  
I see so many people disconnected at the hand
and they all welcome madness they're not forced to understand
a turning of the Cheek is not a practice anymore
when stakes are cast like seconds while humility's ignored
there's nothing left to torture, barely anyone to blame
so stuck inside a storyline that always reads the same
but if we don't engage our time with empty bitter thoughts
the trains that move in Circles will eventually burn off
for when we start to recognize the motives others have
the judgements in themselves will disappear as they are passed
though time may still be wasted by the lot of those run
it will return to those who have been waiting for the sun