Circular - Textures

We are alive, to see the end of us

Struggling to reach the finish line

To designate our time to questionable lives

So called meaningless, still there’s no answer

For this vulnerable reality comes

Can’t we break the cycle in which we reside?

Trigger the silence and make up your mind

See what’s inside

Into shimmering sleep, I risk it all

It takes the soul out of me, can’t change for good

Falling back into patterns, my destiny

Ambitions in me put to shame

The faceless have come, serving the cycle

Feeding the urge for security

Oppression suppressed

Expression is a form of art condemned

We need to control our second nature

Creating artificial projections of life

In which our instincts will succumb

We’re building a new world

And you kneel down to welcome the meaningless

Silence is timeless

And finally we’re breaking out

Objective achieved, the perfect machine

We’re drawing circles every day

It takes only one step to be on your way

Reflection, our time’s up

And over and over again

Again.

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Trying to break out, escape

Feel the rush, just like everyone

Look back within

Then I feel a little closer

To the thief inside of me

I censor my flaws

But it’s only a matter of time

Before the walls tumble down

Did I get any closer?

Wake up, take it all

Only to lose the things I love

When I fall

Did I get any closer?