Circular Vision Games

The world is lame
Everyday is practically the same
Painful, and hard to explain
In order to live inside your brain
You must go insane
You have to die
Try not to cry
When you bid the world goodbye

You know you have to die to live in here
Circular vision games
Break down in calculated pain

You have to die to get by
To live in the world's eyes
You have to die
So you can look back
Then see yourself wave bye bye