Abel - My 7th Circle Lyrics

Every time you have something to prove is like a seed
That buries itself deeper in the tears you shed for me
I believe you think you're in the right, I believe you when you say
That the world has turned away from you, and one will soon remain
Friends of yours depart
When you say the quite part
With your lips of a quiver
Speaking all that's been hindered
From the cauldrons of my seventh circle
Talking heads of darkened web come algorithmically
When you offer up your sanity to their side of the screen
Fact and fiction intertwine the issues they construe
That strings you out and right along like fire to a fuse
Your heart begins to race
When they dangle what's at stake
And the myth of tradition
Fueling your inhibition
With the black gold of my seventh circle
The compensating statesmen knows just what to tell
His broken base holding his place like cancer keeps a cell
He plays you like a violin the crowd, his symphony
Lost in their ovation while he stalks the stage with ease
All the victors prevail
If you stay beyond the pale
Can't wake from the spell
If you don't learn to quell
The flames fanned from my seventh circle
The shining city's witch hunt of what they think they fear
Beyond their reach, no proof or peace until the next appears
The struggle of convenience puts them in with the oppressed
Blind to their own privilege masquerading as dissent
Their hands of idleness
Are the workshop I convince
All of you useful fools
Kicking free from the noose
On the branch above my seventh circle
Miraging in the limelight of every woman's mind
Embodying your ideals just so you can hide behind
Notice as they shrug away and slowly castrate you
The rest were added unto he who bares what you subdue
Too breathless and broken to plea
When the straws you grasp at cease
At the sleight of your hand
When you've done all you can
For the masters of my seventh circle
Bearing arms, exploding jars can hardly keep you sane
When the walls you scream and scribble at grow darker with each name
The world's become a restless crowd, chanting without aim
Between the lines of words and lies the message is unchanged
They can't tell you where to aim
If you're first to pierce the fray
With the finger on your trigger
Of the hand that delivers
One more lost soul to my seventh circle
You drew the circle steady as it closed itself on you
The muzzle gliding through the sand defying what you drew
No corners left to hide in, just yourself left deep to dig
You've heard me calling just beneath, but pretended you never did
My whisperings diffuse
And you can't seem to refuse
And your soul may be lost
But you won't know the cost
Till you're singing from my seventh circle