Circulation from Point Pleasant by mowmowmow

Circles and circles, going around in my head,
With the color changing to purple,
tugging on that last thread as I
Keep going and going, regrets undergoing,
While full well knowing, that I will end up dead.
But I believe with my recent, experience
That with the loss of greatness, have I gained, brilliance.
So much infact that I have gone utterly delirious,
Don't let me out of the cage because it's rather serious, ahh
Maybe this shit is on just too tight,
Oh God please help me out, on this night,
Maybe it's all in my head

I shall blame it on the circulation

I shall blame it on the conversation

I shall blame it on the suffocation

I shall blame it on the circulation

This feeling is universal, everytime I look back
for all the features that I lack, I knew one day I would be on attack.
But then I wanted a reversal, to redo the mistakes I made
while the sun is burning and of course there is no shade
Looking at this life ive made, constantly unsatisfied, With this,
Some kind of masquerade, I feel ununified, in this,
Some kind of serenade, Trying my best to portray, What appears,
Before me, and inside of my head, but first,


I shall blame it on the circulation

I shall blame it on the conversation

I shall blame it on the suffocation

I shall blame it on the circulation

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