Perfect Circle...

fade away..

better way of slow..

turn out..

out of control..

to be true,

nothing seems differ...

coz there is no way out

out from stairs of heaven..

hide off...

the deep hole never bleed...

 for draining blood..

from the sludge thinking...

run into the sky....

not a difference...

not a chance..

when a hole waiting...

calm as slowly...

better faster...

off the middle...

off the perfect circle..

'..... perc rockett'