Circle Of Death

Once placed upon, a group of repeats,

Those individuals make my time,

So unworthy, and impressed how silent you are,

Then the lights, discovering what could only hide for so long,

After and a week, you'll know that we'll be gone,

We run this game,

And we need to escape,



I'm over that way, of communicating,

Over and around, everyone who's anyone,

I could say that I can wait, but,

What would that mean?

(What would that mean?)

Where would I be?

(Where would I be?)

Are you still listening to me?



Oh tethered heart,

Of the words you've grown to starve,

The world is overrated where you are,

Very simple, unimpressed, and we're growing up so fast,

Now the lights, discovering what could only hide for so long,

After and a week, you'll know that we'll be gone,

We run this game,

And we need to escape,



I'm over that way, of communicating,

Over and around, everyone who's anyone,

I could say that I can wait, but,

What would that mean?

(What would that mean?)

Where would I be?

(Where would I be?)

Are you still listening to me?