Orestes Lyrics by A Perfect Circle

Metaphor for the mystic moment
Pull me in to your perfect circle


One womb
One shape
One resolve


Liberate this will
To release us all


Gotta cut away, clear away
Snip away and sever this
Umbilical residue
Keeping me from killing you


And from pulling you down with me
in here
I can almost hear you scream


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