The Circle Is Dead

Written by: Winter Wallace

Babylon doesn't weep anymore
her gypsy, violet skies anger the god and his child
she's got the flesh on her side

Cool on the perimeter...meet the night
private sorrow...i won't spill again

Shed the audience, no mistake
The clowns were watching...and now i am the more distant in my movement and thought

I don't need you
i'll break our dissonant union...anonymous

I am now the hidden
I trust you not to follow