The circle track we’re running’s all blood and dust
Our feet are draggin’ but we’re digging ruts
The whip's cracking gives me hope because
It means that someone else still gives a fuck
Eyes wide as you race the sun
Feeling tired, yea, you’ve just begun
That sick feeling in your gut again
Look left and throw it up again
Keep moving or the whip will win
It’s sure as hell beaten better men
Torment their minds so that they know not what they do
Gouge out their eyes so that they see not where they go
Stuck in perpetual motion
Time stands still