Do you ever feel stuck in a rotting circle?
Spinning in your own grave, swallowing perspective
In pain and in sorrow, though smiles are deflective
Of persona appeal in the mindless hurdle

Do you ever feel stuck in hurried carousel?
Nauseating value without skipping a beat
Regardless of headache through the fast spinning heat
That barrels down chamber into the throats hotel

Pile more of this garbage to this viscous disdain
As escaping torture will bring out the bounty
Of seeing new calmness in the heartless county

Terrorize the occult to find the fact's campaign
Yet wager on the soul to reclaim the top spot
Regardless of the hurt that atrocities brought