We were circles in a square world
Sore thumbs among the bandaged and healed
United we stood
Against cold fronts
And blustering blizzards
We braved the world with a small army at hand
Millions of hexagons that didn't know where they fit in
So they followed us
Because the squares were too stiff
And they just wanted to roll
We threw ourselves over the flickering candles
That manged to warm our souls for some time
Our bodies put out the flames
That threw dancing images across the walls
Which entertained us
But no longer met the quota
They just weren't enough
And were not needed
But death by our hand was better
Than death by the snow
And by the harsh water guns held in the hands of asymmetrical demons
That didn't care
Yeah, we had out hexagons
And our triangles that came soon after
Who were teased for their missing point
And joined our world of no definite ends
Where anyone could fit in
We even had a square
Who was tired of his four-point life
And just wanted a few curves
We had our little gang
Of hearts and stars and diamonds
But we were the only circles
And we were always alone
Because no one else understood
How it felt to roll
And roll
And roll
And never stop
Sore thumbs among the bandaged and healed
United we stood
Against cold fronts
And blustering blizzards
We braved the world with a small army at hand
Millions of hexagons that didn't know where they fit in
So they followed us
Because the squares were too stiff
And they just wanted to roll
We threw ourselves over the flickering candles
That manged to warm our souls for some time
Our bodies put out the flames
That threw dancing images across the walls
Which entertained us
But no longer met the quota
They just weren't enough
And were not needed
But death by our hand was better
Than death by the snow
And by the harsh water guns held in the hands of asymmetrical demons
That didn't care
Yeah, we had out hexagons
And our triangles that came soon after
Who were teased for their missing point
And joined our world of no definite ends
Where anyone could fit in
We even had a square
Who was tired of his four-point life
And just wanted a few curves
We had our little gang
Of hearts and stars and diamonds
But we were the only circles
And we were always alone
Because no one else understood
How it felt to roll
And roll
And roll
And never stop
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