Mouthpiece. Can't Kill What's Inside. Again. Zeneszám

This circle never ends, again and again,
It keeps on coming back, leaving all that's been done, in the past.
There's no time and no end, I keep erasing and erasing,
But it's not coming clean.
I can't ignore it, I can't face it,
It leaves me empty inside.
Circle again, there goes another friend.
I hold my breath, I shut my eyes,
It's coming back, it's coming back.
Circle again, there goes another friend,
It's coming back