This is a song about "Circle"

Black clouds circle my weary head

Lemonhead end up dead

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm not in your inner circle, so i'm fucking up your set

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Heart squares tendencies to circle me when i get violent

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Demonic followers sitting in a circle of candles in every sessions

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

To make karma come faster than she normally will