I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that
you it's a game of love and hate pushed back and forth this friendship's an affliction what is it really worth to you? it's such a sick circle.
shows me nothing at all Circle the drain Backward solace right from your side And you sit and criticize Shows me nothing It shows me nothing at all Circle
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s to yesterday In Time We're all gonna trip away Don't piss Heaven off We got Hell to pay Come full circle Circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle
ll pay for their cowardice They'll see our might Circle in Flames Inside the cowards will Burn until their bones will melt Circle in Flames The time
through. I just wanna start a circle pit. Right here right now I'm sick of it. [x3] I wanna start a circle pit Circle pit, circle pit, circle pit [x
grave Oh, will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by There's a better home awaiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky Oh, will the circle be
This is our attempt to raise the tower of Babel! The sigil of Amon seals this covenant Six different bodies form the unity of one Blood is replaced
...and still I dream about the colors Or was it smoke that surrounded my thoughts When I was sitting in my garden That black Monday (momentaaninem
I (even if I should be in plural) am the Singular dimension The repeated phrase of a lost section Where the circle (the actual box of colors) Is completed
Like stones in silence I stand As I draw circles in the sand Naked under blue glass Drowned I watch children dance In a mind of an echo (I know that
What are these penetrating colors Of this soundscaping noisefloor? Is this the old empty future or the black eletric nature? Colors circulate inside
What if the case was... The candle is burning once again Like the faces of black and white children ...the girl in every man... a long abortion is
Extraction from O'mindiary When I was younger (a naive christian with thoughts like melting sugar) my fingers were attacked by nails and I could hear
white plague In the absence of my body I watch myself drown in the blue aura Of mine and I see The swans leave the pond But still the words circle Around
traps ahead Mudfilled trenches, barbwired fences Spotlights on the wall Guards assemble, fingers tremble As the sirens call But nothing's gonna stop us Till the inner circle