Circle

Once again i find them playing with my fire

Running round in circles within my mind

They're acting pretty funny amuses me for a while

But then again so suddenly they all begin to cry

Pale is the one from the land of the week

And the weaker you grow yet the stronger i get

Walk inside the forest i feel so weird

Trees are singing quiet of mortal peace

Then i hear them calling the voice from the past

A poem of hope forever lost.

It's a never ending story with a voice

From the past calling your name

In a scream of despair where every

Hope is lost driving you insane

When you try to sleep and make it disappear

It enters your dreams

So you're caught in a nightmare

Where everything is real

The time has come to face your animal

Please me tease me don't forsake me

Know that soon you'll rip my heart out

Please you tease you won't forsake you

Quiet and soon the party starts.

Little dirty angel and devil hold hands

Around the filthy humans and give a trance

Caught in purgatory they twist and they twirl

In shapes of manic creatures

Before they burn