Вершы: Youth Brigade. Out Of Print. The Circle.

Arms starts flying and fists starts swinging, music starts ringing, the circle is formed
Heat starts building, sweat starts pouring, tension is mounting in the circle, beware!
In the middle of the circle you're all alone, look for familiar faces, none are around
Locked in a circle surrounded by lines, the point of departure cannot be found

In the circle - you cannot escape
The vicious circle - captures small and great

In this world we all know the only thing certain in life is death
Find some meaning to it all, the absurdity what can it mean
Can reality be just a dream
Or a nightmare, never ending
And we're pawns in the game
Resign yourself and accept the fact
The circle can't be broken, you know you're trapped
Faith in yourself is the only thing you've got
Remain the circle and we can make it stop
Believe you've got the power, it's something to see
We cannot build, set you free

From the circle - you must escape
the vicious circle - captures small an great

In this world we all know the only thing certain in life is death
Find some meaning to it all, the absurdity what can it mean
Can reality be just a dream