Woorden: Perception Of I. Other. Circles.

Every time I pull myself up it drags me down
Even if I learn to expect it I never quite get used to it
Where the hell will this take me?
Will I ever have control?
When everything catches up with me and starts over when I thought it was gone

Cure this, let me go
Stop it repeating anymore
History comes round again
And no-one can cancel the relapse in my head

The mood swings unpredictable, the reasons unknown
A craving for narcotic peace or anything to reverse the flow
But where would it get me?
I never let you sink into this world I'll be the
Hypocrite that hallucinates to recreate the paradise that we can call a home

Cure this, let me go
Stop it repeating anymore
History comes round again
And no-one can cancel the relapse in my head

Here we go again
Round and round the same old shit

Cure this, let me go
Stop it repeating anymore
History comes round again
And no-one can cancel the relapse in my head

I'm sorry