We've been pacing in circles As if the steps could bring us full circle Tracing the spaces we took our first steps in
We've cleared our homes of mirrors Feeding our vanities We’re calamities claiming casualties Self-afflicting tragedies
Worries so small, confined to our own palms Inner imperfections, unnoted in our reflections
This place becomes our black mark Woven hands, we wander into the dark Lost in the process of finding progress We are lost
We've cleared our homes of mirrors Feeding our vanities We’re calamities claiming casualties Self-afflicting tragedies
Worries so small, confined to our own palms Inner imperfections, unnoted in our reflections Affliction rests on these troubled faces Complacency creates vacancies
Our hands never intended to bear these burdens (Inactivity breeding misery, complacency creating vacancies.) Our hands never intended to bear these burdens (We've been pacing in circles As if the steps could bring us full circle.)
Worries so small, confined to our own palms Inner imperfections, never noted in our reflections Affliction rests on these troubled faces Complacency creates vacancies
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