| I spend my days in halls of light |
| Bathed in the healing sun |
| I sang a song, so dissonant |
| And prayed it’d never stop |
| I moaned and I wept and I wandered |
| Each night was as bright as the day |
| I screamed in hysterical voices |
| Got caught in the labyrinth’s haze |
| This circle that we draw in our own minds |
| This circle that we draw in our own minds |
| The pill is on the tip of my tongue |
| I’m tired of biting my tail |
| This circle that we draw is infinite |
| A hundred lives, a hundred deaths |
| Just to return again |
| Deep in the realm of Vantablack |
| I’m neither here nor there |
| And down came the hand of destruction |
| To kill what was already dead |
| Arose in the lap of the Goddess |
| Dear Mother |
| This circle that we draw in our own minds |
| This circle that we draw in our own minds |
| The pill is on the tip of my tongue |
| I’m tired of biting my tail |
| This circle that we draw is infinite |