Red Queen - Cire

A moment to pause and rest my oversized

Overpriced head

I’m gazing at the edges of our geometric nests

Against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear

Realizing that there’s no distinction

I see the red queen winking at me and laughing

Because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill

At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind

We’re still standing so we’re still winning

But every parasite that kills its host, kills itself

(break)

(outro)