Circle

A disease amongst us was mighty, hell

The receipt of taxes, symptoms unheard

we believe, we disaster

that our will, hidden agendas

would alleviate

slowly suppress

the ruins that we caked

A slippery band wagon

an october trojan horse

we haven't learnt anything at all

Since humanity is a disease

Why are we all not dead?

Because we distance ourself from those in need

Though the virus that did spread

asked for distance from ourselves

Now that we are free to roam the Earth

Humanity is still distant

unable to spread.

A slippery band wagon

an october trojan horse

we haven't learnt anything at all