And following scripts in circles gripped in the arcane toxification of wild dances la musique le fabrication et distorsion in their heads but in a language unrecognised but malice is a known old friend now like a family member in their true less families now all partying in earthen kiln and so they followed their lyrics and scripts in circle and the circles leads right back to them hushed echoes ringing in transfixed minds in shades the restless frenzies of soiled colic souls caught in the circles of themselves but seeing another for at the fanfare of true less debacles what they see is never what they see or want to see so twisting and pointing fingers out they ring a ring of roses and all fall down in circles but care not and worry not the blinds do not see the night so how say day is not night