The Perfect Circle کے بول

Here we stand At the end of line It's here we split What you taught me, will be taught to mine Your thoughts I bring Your words I spread I'll be your voice Every day and every night The joy of life We build on lies The tears are yours May the tears of yours be shaped like mine A place to rest Or walk alone It shaped the mind And the memories of mine The cruelty of life The circle is closed Your trials have passed away A short time We lived this lie Awake the hope A sense of freedom in my mind You cleanse the steel You shape the knife You guide my hand No thoughts or care for loss or gain The cruelty of life The circle is closed Your trials have passed away