The circle

Now when you've borrowed the time for a while
Routine has become your closest friend
Closing your senses from nine to five
Immune against thrills and visions
With problems, fights and feelings of guilt
Your face is bursting
Into a mask of apathy
Reallity is flowing into your eyes
You close your eyes, but you still can see
The circle is closed
Can't find the way out
The circle is closed
Never find the way out
The truth is racing, you tremble, It's chasing
Exploding with power and intesity
In comes evil, mighty and cold
Spreading It's lies and treachery
Stronger than ever, the feeling that something
Was killed by a lunatic hypocrisy
The circle is closed
Can't find the way out
The circle is closed
Never find the way out