Contained in spaces

Circles wind

Round lives of lost people

Judged by most

Yet running scared 'n seeking out

The yellow brick road

That goes nowhere

Beings float

'n beings rise

In golden streets

Up, up in the skies

The blood-born wealth

Controlling lives

'n circles float

That go nowhere

Time ticks in silence

Circles call

'n more people walking

With more withdrawn faces

Running scared

'n seeking out

The yellow brick road

That goes nowhere