Endless Circles - The Obsessed

Eleven years, one hundred tears

Those dreaming lies — so clear

Three decades, different eyes

Make a place in your skies

Endless as it’s been for centuries

Like the wind, the stormy seas

Why must we want — what we can’t have?

Giving’s better-

Just a simple laugh

Take the bad with the good

I can’t change my ways-

I wish I could

Endless as it’s been for centuries

Like the wind, the stormy seas

Circles… so endless

Or is it just our destiny?

I’ve got a black cloud following me