Square Circles

(альбом: Cabaret - 2012)

He just wore his wicked good
Clearly you're misunderstood
Like pagans in the house of God

And I am just an honest theif
I believe in disbelief
You wait to even out the odds

Try it on, one size fits all
Clear as mud and urban scrawl
Listen to the still winds blow

Alone together, take your seat
For the tragic comedy
Nobody tells me less is more

Going nowhere
Recreating
Once again, you hurry up and wait for
Painful pleasures
Always ending
Once again you hurry up and wait for...

And wait for...
And wait for...
And wait for...

Like love bite
Two wrongs might make it right
Double negative in this city only death lives
Psychoanalytic mystic
Losing myself
I'm searching for the truth but I'm losing my wealth
Gaining momentum, then I'm back again
Got this demon as my friend beginning's wedged in the end
Give and take, for God's sake
I might break, Have my cake and eat it too
Have cake, have truth
Choose for Jesus
On this box, broken pieces, poison arrows
Tell the Pharoah I'll be gone by tomorrow
To quench my thirst in the desert
Flirt with death might be my best move yet
I'm running with ease
I'm feeling free in slavery, in these clouds
I can see Chopped down to my knees
I'm crossing high above my needs cut the corners
I bleed these evil decrees, my heart it bleeds

Sanity's insane, who's driving that train
Sweet pain going straight to my vein sun shower, warm rains
And I'm dry again
And I'm dry again

And I'll raise him up
Living in square circles
And I'll raise him up
Living in square circles
And I'll raise him up
Living in square circles
And I'll raise him up
Living in square circles
And I'll raise him up
And I'll raise him up
And I'll raise him up
And I'll raise him up