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Dancing in Circles
“Dancing in Circles” feels like Scarlett caught inside a beautiful ritual she didn’t consent to. The world spins with charm and menace, laughter echoing too long, smiles lingering too wide. It’s wonder curdling into nausea, the realization that some things don’t tire, don’t leave, and don’t care if you’re dizzy—as long as the music keeps playing.
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THE VERSES
They were made of wood and twine
They are moving like they're alive
Do they know they can't die
Do they know that we can
Will we be here all night
I can hear the music
I can hear the lights
And the band is playing
And the horses ride
And we're still spinning
Around and around and around and around and around
But when we finally slowed down
I was sick to my stomach
And my face was as white as my knuckles
And my heart dropped when I saw
They were still there
Smiling
And the band was playing
And the horses ride
And we were still spinning
Around and around and around and around and around
What do they know that we don't
Or are they just happy
Or do they know something
Or are they just puppets
And the band was playing
And the horses ride
And we were still spinning
Around and around and around and around and around
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate