Repitition Amongst Circles

Petrified circles in which I run Haunting ghosts aren't any fun Cursed by my blame friction and shame I could see just the same if you were cut out my name I don't need repetition I don't need ***** I thrive on speed and lack of luck Flared into the night sky hold me down? don't even try Clipping my wings, waiting until I die So when I'm turned to dust, don't cry Killing me with my own dagger laced with poison and repitition I gave up on faith I gave up on intuition Leave me dying on the floor Cast me away bleeding, like before I come back wanting more Knowing the shame that's in store Petrified circles I run Into the dusty ground Ash of my enemies and my friends I try to stop, but my feet only pound