There,he's staring at the statue,it's 3AM Fourteen hours of clock ticking Fifteen sculptures painted black without wax All of you sleep with one eye opened wide What does it take to fit a circle into this hollow mind of belief? Pins and needles Spirals of circles Too young to die Too old to sacrifice Too late to say good bye And he's made a choice of walking between the lines Revolution inside his mind Seeing faces of himself drained and dried And don't you try to cross this velvet line Conformity has turned a square into your boundary of escape Pins and needles Spirals of circles Pins and needles Spirals of circles Too young to die Too old to sacrifice Too late to say good bye编辑于2023/12/07更新