Mashup

Contained in spaces, circles wind

Round lives of lost people, judged by most

Yet running scared ’n seeking out

The yellow brick road, that goes nowhere

Beings float ’n beings rise

In golden streets up up in the skies

Blood-born wealth controlling lives

’n circles float that go nowhere

Time ticks in silence, circles call

’n more people walking with more withdrawn faces

Running scared ’n seeking out

The yellow brick road that goes nowhere