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With more withdrawn faces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