Doomed

Rounds and Rounds
we are repeating
to escape from our fate
We refuse it, we deny it,
and our eyes we try to hide

Deep inside we know it's coming
and it's waiting for us,
It can see through our useless masks
It can see inside our minds

Rounds and Rounds we are repeating
Without looking what's behind!
But soon it will grab our shoulders.
This cold breath will conquer us.