Pi

There he's staring at the statue it's 3AM

Fourteen hours of clock ticking

Fifteen sculptures painted black without wax

All of you sleep with one eye opened wide

What does it take to fit a circle

Into this hollow mind of belief

Pins and needles

Spiral of circles

Too young to die

Too old to sacrifice

Too late to say good bye

And he's made a choice

Of walking between the lines

Revolution inside his mind

Seeing faces of himself drained and dried

And don't you try to cross this velvet line

Conformity has turned a square

Into your boundary of escape

Pins and needles

Spiral of circles

Pins and needles

Spiral of circles

Too young to die

Too old to sacrifice

Too late to say good bye