Cycles

It doesn't matter what we want
Once we get it we want something else
And the cycle goes on and on and on
And the cycle goes on and on

It doesn't matter if we think straight
Your state of mind never got in the way
And the cycle goes on and on and on
And the cycle goes on and on

Shit!

My kind of vices never tightened
More like a
A slow decay you know they keep me in chains
And the cycle goes on and on and on
And the cycle goes on and on

I never see it as a gateway
My lucid dreams always keep me awake
And the cycle goes on and on and on
And the cycle goes on and on

Beat me with sticks
Dent me with stones
Break all my ribs just to show me a point
What's your point?

Comes from within
And stays hidden
Addicted to the total chaos of it
What's your point?
What's your point?
What's your point?
What's your fucking point?

Where are we going?
Why are we here?
When is our time up?
Who should we fear?
Am I even human?
What the fuck am I doing?
I can't keep track of the things that consume me



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Delaney
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