InfiniteHooped|RegressionLoop

(Intro): #[Whispered | ASMR]: The circle is not a shape... it is a law. And I am its only subject... and its only god. [Instumental Break:] (....Ohmmmmm!....) (Verse 1): The first bite is the sweetest,a paradox of taste I swallow down my future to remember the past My tail is in my mouth,the future in the past A perfect,gleaming circle, designed to always last (Chorus) *!!..OURO...BOROS!!....!!* Turning, on a spine of ancient stone— Where the end is the beginning, and I am all alone ....In this feast of my own making, ....where I am flesh and bone, And the seed and the soil, ...the king!...and the throne... (Verse 2) I dream in scales of silver,I breathe in clouds of dust (!!..ohh-!!-hmm..!!) The skeleton I'm building is turning into rust A galaxy is spinning in the void behind my eyes And with every piece I swallow, a little of me dies (Chorus) Ouroboros turning,on a spine of ancient stone Where the end is the beginning,and I am all alone In this feast of my own making,where I am flesh and bone And the seed and the soil,the king and the throne (Bridge:) "#[Spoken Word | Increasingly Desperate:]" Is this creation? Or is it a slow suicide? To build myself from myself... to fuel the fire with the ashes. There is no outside. No escape. Only the circle. The beautiful, terrible, eternal circle. [Instrumental Break: Peak Psychedelic Chaos] [Outro: Music decays | voice returns to a whisper | loop a single line with increasing degradation]: The end is the beginning... the end is the beginning... the end... is!! the...(!!...!!)- begins..|..again-(!!....!!) ``*ohm*``