Vantablack

I spend my days in halls of light Bathed in the healing Sun I sang a song, so dissonant And prayed it'd never stop I moaned and I wept and I wandered Each night was as bright as the day I screamed in hysterical voices Got caught in the labyrinth's haze This circle that we draw in our own minds This circle that we draw in our own minds The pill is on the tip of my tongue I'm tired of biting my tail This circle that we draw is infinite A hundred lives, a hundred deaths Just to return again Deep in the realm of Vantablack I'm neither here nor there And down came the hand of destruction To kill what was already dead Arose in the lap of the Goddess Dear Mother This circle that we draw in our own minds This circle that we draw in our own minds The pill is on the tip of my tongue I'm tired of biting my tail This circle that we draw is infinite