Dash Rabbit - The Circle Twists Another Turn Lyrics

The calendar turns another page
Another sheet of days to make lame
How rude of me it is to slice their face
With two slashes of my pen
Feel the days piling up
And weighing down upon my back
Pushing me into the ground
Now I can feel them in my chest

The circle twists another turn
A hand spinning round my neck
And every day it squeezes out
A couple thousand more breaths
Perfect karma, a perfect sonnet
Moves up and down the page
If I must state that year in a couple words
Well, it was f*cking gray

That's gray
Not great
I guess it's fate
I'm not late

So to you, I make this toast
And with these drinks, I celebrate
Just a few more grueling years
Till I can black out legally
Voices rise and mute the time
Now the clock has lost its meaning
So it crumbles off the wall
And falls into the ceiling

But why should I even celebrate
If every day just feels the same
So many things float through my eyes
Yet today feels just like yesterday
So into this year I plan to plunge
And maybe tear out a few more tongues
Have that hand keep spinning round
And squeezing hard upon my lungs

Choke me
And joke me
I can see
That can't be

And as these bones fall out my flesh
The Sun will rise and the Sun will set
The clock's winding tourniquet
Will make my brain a poetic mess
More so than it already is