These are the circles we ride
Concentric, I must admit
Searching without subsiding
These are the things we lied
Vainly, I do proclaim
Hoping and never deciding
These are the men that died
Alone, I really fear
Funerals where no one cried
These are the laws we abide
Pointless, I know
Tying but not presiding
These are our girls and brides
Sold, the lot of them
Imitation or bona fide?
These are our fears inside
Silly, perchance
Yet there are homicides worldwide
These are the circles we ride
Concentric, I must admit
Searching without subsiding
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