The Cycle Lyrics

Taking it back from where it came
A man gets up and says
I’ve got an itch on my trigger
And a spark inside my brain
Im making moves either way
There’s no time left for play
Just once, who’s coming
These skies are bigger
And I’ll make them mine someday

(Chorus)
It’s how it goes and always has been
It’s never gonna chance
I guess we all know what happens
The Cycle Starts again
The Cycle starts again
The cycle starts again
It never stops
It never ends
The cycle starts again

Don’t you know, don’t you know We’re made of sticks and stones
Says the devil with a swaggered strut
And a cap tooth made of gold
I’m making moves either way
There’s no time left for play
Just once, who’s coming
These skies are bigger
And I’ll make them mine someday

(Chorus)

(Guitar solo)

I’m making moves either way
There’s no time left for play
Just once, who’s coming
These skies are bigger
And I’ll make them mine someday

(Chorus)

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