Days and nights pass
and I ask myself why do I give in to dark happiness
and why try to be something that I could never be, 
inside of me.
I curse the daylight and pray the dark
infinity for this is where I feel peace of heart, peace 
of mind.
Servitude in darkness causes light to shine,
but send my regards to spectators.
They will never find their place in this abyss in which 
I call all mine.
A surrounding fits round pegs to round holes.
When love is on high but it seems at its most low,
this lifestyle becomes all that you foresee.
Mourning to dancing light emits this tragedy.
The circle has no beginning and it has no end,
still we lift up our arms and ask to transcend.
The circle has no beginning and it has no end,
and still we lift our voice and plea too...

Transcend, the circle has no beginning and it has no 
Transcend, still we lift up our arms and beg to...
Transcend

We look now for all that could ever be,
but what could love be, purity,
inside of me still life is among us when at first we 
lust.
We find the faith of this darkness without little 
thought of trust.
Now stripped of defenses our guard let down.
We all try to climb fences then fall to the ground.
We scream ring around the roses a pocket full of posies
but when you fall down that's, when you impose on me.
For change can only come through the heart of the 
sincere.
Sincerity without change is never made clear.
When the things brought down by the heart unchanged
the mind-set is one next to be rearranged.
The circle has no beginning and it has no end.
Still we lift up our arms and ask to transcend.
The circle has no beginning and it has no end,