Circle of Death

I leave at quarter to seven

Cars are there all the same

He almost made it to Heaven

Headlights circle the drain

Oh, I don't know how to quit when I'm losing

'Til I'm careening through the concrete siding

Circle of death when it hits

Pixels are making me sick

Thought I was better than this

These kind of things like to show up in disguise

On the hunt for what's left of myself dead or alive