Circles

Stumbling through the streets

In pitch black daylight

Something's not right

The well-known cornerstones

That led the way

On countless walks back home

Are nowhere to be found

Clinging on to lost control

Not sure where to go

I run in circles, I can't see straight

I was so sure that was the way

Try to listen

There's something you're missing

I try to listen

There's got to be something I'm missing

My hands on the walls of broken buildings

A trail of blood left on the ground

My friend, the quietness is chilling

How can there be no sound

I run in circles, I can't see straight

I was so sure that was the way

My senses are failing me

I was so sure today's my day