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Inner circles and the patterns of power
The dead epicenter
And ruined extremes
Spinning cycles and a crisis of conscience
Of circular cycles
Amoral disease
The aim to please pulsates the complex of pleasure
We buried the treasure
And serpents arose
And hear the salary men tapping at keyboards
Innumerable midnights devoted to death
Kids are dying and I'm drinking champagne
The patterns of power
A patchwork of pain
I'm on fire and you're drinking champagne
The patters of power
Again and again
And all our eyes will roll in unison swiftly
As packaging opens
And void is revealed
But still we dream
And so we should with our whisper
Prepare all our bellows for new year balloons
Kids are dying and I'm drinking champagne
The patterns of power
A patchwork of pain
I'm on fire and you're drinking champagne
The patterns of power
Again and again
Inner circles and the patterns of power
The dead epicenter
And ruined extremes