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(Chorus)

Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m, 

Circl-ing a 

Contnuous 

Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m,

Circl-ing a 

Contenuous 

Flatlin-e.


1

I’ve been Circling this 

Pile by the foot size-d,

Red size twelves round 

These Intestines found.


Of shredded torn out

The Belly insides as 

I Looked up only then 

Did I realize that,


Vultures are present 

On the stockpile. 

Shouting with Eyes Wide 

They’re Sur-prise,


I’m Under the claws on

Who these Winged stand,

While beside Them yelling 

Out to Me Grab my Hand!


(Chorus)

Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m,

Circl-ing a 

Contenuous 

Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m,

Circl-ing a 

Contenuous 

Flatlin-e.


2

Echoes repeating you

Know that sound the 

Vulture do?


As I cursing Them out to

Their  KawKaws KawKaww of 

What more can You do?


Honestly Are We Still Alive 

To Watch Hour Second Mind 

Bored at What Min-utes 

To Four or Five? 


As They’re All in agreement Their Echoes bring further until I 

Can no longer see my Other

They’re Finishing You.


(Chorus)

Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m. 

Circl-ing a 

Contenuous 

Flatlin-e.


Cir-cle-ing on 

Continuous 

Flat I’m. 

Circl-ing a 

Contenuous 

Flatline.


3

Vultures there present 

On a stockpile.

Not excluding Me,

Another Dead Body.


Looking up into 

The Sunshine As 

I look up at Me 

Asking Curiously.


Honestly Are We Still Alive 

To Watch Hour Second Mind!

Bored at What Min-utes 

To Four or Five? 


Watching Reflection’s 

Sun Dial just To see, 

My Shadow giving 

Me No Time.

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