Circles Lyrics

A text arrives. Simple. Benign

Meet us at eight. It'll be fine

But every step in mundanity brings me closer to insanity

First, I choose my guise

A borrowed mask

A clever disguise

The mirror weeps as I take my place

A sinner condemned by his own face

Second, the terrifying door looms

Limbo's edge

A trembling doom

Will they see my fear ignite

As I step out into the night

Down I go, through the circles of my soul

A flaming pit

A gaping hole

Each step's a trial. Each breath's a fight

The feeling turns dark in the lack of light

Third, the rain begins to fall

Cold and heavy, it soaks through all

The air is thick

The crowd's alive

Hellhounds growl as I arrive

Fourth, they trade their gold

Laughter echoes

Stories told

I count my words

Weigh every sound

A miser hoarding scraps, profound

Down I go, through the circles of my soul

A flaming pit

A gaping hole

Each step's a trial. Each breath's a fight

The feeling turns dark in the lack of light

Fifth, the river Styx

A tide of chatter

My heart conflicts

Anger swells, but I cannot shout

The voices drown me, there's no way out

Sixth, I around me heretics stand

Their eyes like flames. Judgments land

I'm trapped in the tomb of my own skin

The walls close tighter

The dark begin

Seventh, consumed in the Forest of Sin

Every glance a piercing thorn within

I try to speak, but the words decay

Lost in the smoke of yesterday

Down I go, through the circles of my soul

A flaming pit

A gaping hole

Each step's a trial. Each breath's a fight

The anxiety turns infernal in the lack of light

But is it hell, or is it me?

Bound by chains I cannot see

Eighth, I stare in the mirror

Stripped bare of my armor

The fraud I was tonight

The forced smiles

The fake laughter

Echo in this dim light

I told them I'm fine

A lie that twists tighter with time

Ninth, I just crawl to bed

The chill of my thoughts creeping ahead

The treachery of my mind unfurls

Replaying every stumble, every misplaced word

Every imagined slight

A reel that won't end

Down I go, through the circles of my soul

A flaming pit

A gaping hole

Where the silence cuts deeper than the toll

Each memory's a shard. Each thought a flame

The quiet betrays me, whispering my shame