Circling eyes
On top of this world, high as mountain
Clearly you see the seagulls are flying
Around in their own circle games
Playing games at each other
All the hope, all the joy, all the laughs, are now long gone
There's no road leading my crew, back home so point were to go
Please come around, To shoot them down
Making my head, spinning around
Going insane, running into the wall
Slightly mad, begin to crawl
Lyrics and music by Robert Damasdi
