Dotted Circle

Born to a vicious circle, lied to your fake circus
Cried air from your mouth until those hands hold you tight
Ran, fell, smiled, cried without a reason
Invisible cage of care and love
Like there is nothing at your above

Oh, you've got the grace
Oh, why don't you taste it
Oh, how could you have missed it?
Oh, now you are wasted

For a while, the alien, was you are
Spitting dust and sand, and dust eaters only you have
Thought you are the lonely
Swept the distances and blended with sheep
And mumbled about the grass, mourned about the wolves of the night

Yet you waited for saviors to come
Sentenced to fifty years of dilemma
Duality of your kind is always gnawed you to the bones
Happy or sad? Dead or alive? Are these matter to me?
Breathing in the borders of extremity
They saw you while you were moaning and licking the walls of purgatory
Dead leaves slaughtered by the cruel wind
The wind that shattered your plans, again crumbled in your hands

Needs arose to reach continuity
You've found a soul without blessings of yours
To complete yourself, to choose a side,
To clean your hands, you've plundered everything
You've chained yourself
Plank walking was not an option for you
Seas of boredom you afraid
They whipped you until you fade
You died in that ship

Now, your clothes don't fit you, no more
Sometimes dying in the daylight is
More romantic than dying in the moonlight
It warms your bones when you see the eyes clearly
Feeling the blue freedom of the last movements of those hands
(Cold hands, cold hands, cold hands)
Oh, wet
It's wet
Not close to the sea we are, breaths of the earth they are
Nothing is strange you've felt it before
Once you felt the cold after the warmth
You felt the escapes of air from your mouth
And screamed until those hands held you tight and closed your eyes
Beneath the horizon, I saw every man dies
It's not the excitement of relaxation
Not the shortcut to salvation
It's the excitement of your lifetime success
It was the last breath of a possessed man
It was the last breath of a possessed man
It was the last piece of your dotted circle