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