It has been so long I'd like to kill the carpenters' coalmen I want you caught by the coalmine but I can't help think that going in circles won't bring a thing
somewhere from nowhere, came blood through your veins don't want to live only, to rot in a grave the facts of opinion, are stacked as the truth be mindful who's dealing, and ready to lose
in the survival, I'm losing my cause somewhere in the people, who claim it belongs I'm going in circles, all in a rage as decisions are broken, divisions are made as the carpenters' coalmen, are prescribing the dream to weaken the many, to stand on the meek as we are encircled, surrounded in flames as we become broken, as we are unmade