[Verse] A circle round of smoke, it grows, it twists, A serpent’s breath in the air, it insists, Patterns jagged, sharp, and frayed, Like glass that cuts where shadows played. [Chorus] Round and round, the smoke won't break, It coils tight, a phantom ache. Round and round, it chokes, it binds, A mirror’s maze of tangled minds. [Verse 2] The clock’s hand stutters, it won’t comply, Seconds leap, then freeze, then fly. A step forward, three steps askew, What’s old is shattered, what’s broken feels new. [Prechorus] In the cracks of time, a melody bends, Where rhythm twists and logic ends. [Chorus] Round and round, the smoke won't break, It coils tight, a phantom ache. Round and round, it chokes, it binds, A mirror’s maze of tangled minds. [Bridge] Electric strings, they scream, they cry, A fury carved in the fractal sky. Dissonance whispers, a tender shout, The anger within finds its way out.