I lay restlessly under silent stars

Disturbing paragraphs were written in my head

The signs of cynical atrophy

Degeneration of my mind

One final feast before the fall

One last charade before we're

Waking up to go

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes us

Dancers in a dream

The actors of psychotic scenes

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes

Feel our Cassandra's disease

Seeking symmetry in twisted formulas

With random syllables this eulogy I write

Farewell to all that made sense to me

Regression of the world I know to be reality

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes us

Dancers in a dream

The actors of psychotic scenes

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes

Feel our Cassandra's disease

I lay restlessly under silent stars

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes us

Dancers in a dream

The actors of psychotic scenes

'Round and 'round

Move to the sound that makes

Feel our Cassandra's disease

Cassandra's disease