I lay restlessly under silent stars
Disturbing paragraphs were written in my head
The signs of cynical atrophy
Degeneration of my mind

One final feast before the fall
One last charade before we're
Waking up to go

'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes us
Dancers in a dream
The actors of psychotic scenes
'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes
Feel our Cassandra's disease

Seeking symmetry in twisted formulas
With random syllables this eulogy I write
Farewell to all that made sense to me
Regression of the world I know to be reality

'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes us
Dancers in a dream
The actors of psychotic scenes
'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes
Feel our Cassandra's disease

I lay restlessly under silent stars

'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes us
Dancers in a dream
The actors of psychotic scenes
'Round and 'round
Move to the sound that makes
Feel our Cassandra's disease
Cassandra's disease