Cults Nothing Is Written
[?] just speak to me
I don't wanna hear your reasons
They won't make sense to me
Ranting familiar feelings, we go
'Round and 'round, we chase an anomaly
We gain some ground then down with trajectory
'Round and 'round, we keep on turning
[?] days come
Days turning into weeks
I know that it won't be easy
The way it's meant to be
Lost, searching for the meaning, we go
'Round and 'round, we chase an anomaly
We gain some ground then down with trajectory
'Round and 'round, we keep on turning
[?] days come
Nothing is written and nothing is set
We've got some things that I would rather regret
Love is a given and love is regret
I'll make a promise, won't be giving up yet
'Round and 'round, we chase an anomaly
We gain some ground then down with trajectory
'Round and 'round, we keep on turning
[?] days come
