I found a way to slow it down I was twisting all the knobs And grinding gears in to the dust Of smoke that covered up the corridors of time Aiding and abetting an escape I thought was mine and only mine Where no one's standing guard Or dishing dirt and naming names The past is easier to bend I found a way to slow it down I've got a few tricks up my sleeve In case the spark recedes I'll draw a circle around the border and perimeter of time Of motivation and sensation and the walls that I can't climb I'm standing still and letting go At a speed that I can't know And I don't even try to pretend or comprehend That the circle never ends And the circle never ends The circle never ends The line distorts before it bends The fissure never mends The point where it suspends And the circle never ends And the circle never ends The circle never ends The path, it dips and then descends The straightest line deceives, detains Delineates and then extends And the circle never ends