The Cycle Lyrics

You reap the pain of denial and walk a crooked mile,
The path of distraction is hiding all your actions,
The journey of the fool, the path of the blind,
The trail of destruction is mapped to your mind,
Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks,
Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks.

The past unwinds into the view to form an image that is you,
Projecting rage from the mind, setting slowly into time,
The journey of the fool, the path of the blind,
The trail of destruction, mapped to mind,
Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks,
Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks.

The fist that you deal will be the pain that you feel,
The oppression that you give will govern how you live,
Coz every time you give it, you receive it and you feel it,
Coz every time you give it, you receive it and you feel it, Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks,
Time ticks angst and the slave gives thanks.

Their is no devil just a man with a gun,
Their is no devil just a mind with a bomb,
Their is no devil just a man with a gun,
Their is no lie just a mind with a tongue,
Their is no devil just a man with a gun,
Their is no devil just a mind with a bomb,
Their is no devil just a man with a gun,
Their is no lie just a truth that's spun.

It's all the same when it's coming around again,
It's all a game when it's coming around again,
It's all your pain when it's coming around again,
When it's coming around again.

The journey of the fool, the path of the blind,
The trail of destruction is mapped to your mind.

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