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There, he's staring at the statue, it's 3AM

Fourteen hours of clock ticking

Fifteen sculptures painted black without wax



All of you sleep with one eye opened wide

What does it take to fit a circle into this hollow mind of belief?



Pins and needles

Spiral of circles

Too young to die

Too old to sacrifice

Too late to say good bye



And he's made a choice of walking between the lines

Revolution inside his mind

Seeing faces of himself drained and dried



And don’t you try to cross this velvet line

Conformity has turned a square into your boundary of escape