Spinning around, life is a cycle, a vicious cycle going in circles.
A roundabout where the blind drivers go, around and around where the herd goes underneath the command of the one who speaks.
Some of them drive fast, aiming for a goal. Driving on a threadmill, the faster the wheels go, the more tired they become.
They think they are going somewhere. They think they are everywhere. Driving straight to a ditch. Truth is they haven't moved an inch.
Spinning around, a vicious circle, a circle of viciousness. That is you. That is anyone with little to no self-consciousness. It is you.
A vicious cycle, a cycle of viciousness. It always goes, but it never ends.
