The Circle

They never said that it would hurt
 They told me not to say a word
 I could've made it for the door
 But all is fair in love and war
 There is no mercy in this room
 Where men and mice are gone too soon
 There will be blood she guarantees
 She pulls the plug and disappears
 We are, we are, the never-ending story
 Until we submit to the velvet revolution
 I never believed it, the stories that would be
 passed down to us from the clouds above
 We are, we are, the never-ending story
 And all we do is spin around and round and round and round again
 round again