Testo di Circle Of Death

I leave at quarter to seven Cars are there, all the same He almost made it to heaven Headlights circle the drain But I don't know how to quit when I'm losing Till I'm careening through the concrete siding Circle of death when it hits Pixels are making me sick Thought I was better than this These kind of things like to show up in disguise On the hunt for what's left of myself, dead or alive