Spinning, spinning.
In endless circles.
What's the point?
Where does it lead?
When you are spinning, spinning,
In endless circles.
Around again.
Spinning.
Time stops.
Or does it start?
Does it really continue?
In endless loop of insanity?
What's the point of it?
Spinning, Spinning
In circles.
Life does not stop,
But does time?
Maybe. Maybe not.
How can you understand anything?
When it's all spinning, spinning
In endless circles.
Doomed to continue,
A hopeless, jumbled mess.
If I could stop,
Maybe I could sort it out.
But I can't.
Like everything else,
I'm just spinning, spinning
In endless circles,
Spiraling out of control.
