The forehead is where the diamond rotates
All circles vanish, all circles vanish
Burning beyond the logical lake
All circles vanish, all circles vanish
There are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)
Mercy me, rising high
Masses, ashes, in classic glasses in mind
The boy and the longing sow the sun
Falling, calling, chronal-falling
There are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)
Mercy me, rising high
Masses, ashes, in classic glasses in mind
In today's room with today's view
You are going backwards to a child to the death of rebirth
Nurser of the leftover numbers, numbers
400 sonnets in reverse, together
All circles vanish, all circles vanish
All circles vanish, vanish vanish
Vanish, vanish
The boy and the longing sow the sun
Calling, calling, chronal-falling
There are no emotions in my head, disparate sounds (x2)
Mercy me, rising high
Masses, ashes, in classic glasses in mind
All circles vanish, all circles vanish
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