Round and around here we go. Spinning in circles I know. Still the same ball and chain. This is so oddly familiar. We’ve been here before and I won’t give in. This is the reflection of what was once so luminous. Now you stand before the brink of pure disaster. If this ignorance is bliss, then you should understand this. If I am to be cast aside, I’ll live without regret. Uncertain you are in your meaningless life. Fear will consume you so hold on tight. Doing the same thing over and over again is the epitome of this insanity. If this ignorance is bliss then, you should understand this. If I am to be cast aside, I’ll live without regret. THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS. Oh my god, look at the aftermath. Round and round we’re at it again. Round and around here we go. Spinning in circles I know. Still the same ball and chain. This is so oddly familiar. We’ve been here before & I won’t give in. This is the reflection of what was once so luminous. Now you stand before the brink of pure disaster. Oh my god, look at the aftermath. Oh my god, the aftermath! MARTYR.
