The Circle

From the fucking circle I'll break it all when
Everyone gets tired of all we have made
Through these years somehow, time is stocked somehow
Suddenly my lips spoke of death and red wine
Suddenly your hands find my skin but my mind
Wasn't there but you don't care
And no one seems to care of all this shit of life we dream about

Don't you ever tell me I've been waiting for
Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn't exist at all
Don't you blame the illness of world to be stopped
Cause that was in the real world now I'll try to find out my own way

Crossing through the fields where nobody can see my face...
Throwing up your words all over your velvet
Will you turn your back on me when you are nothing
Will you be the same when I came into the fire

Don't you ever tell me I've been waiting for
Some kind of quiet world, or so, that doesn't exist at all
Don't you blame the illness of world to be stopped
Cause that was in the real world now I'll try to find out my own way