The last part of a second trip

Maybe you are wondering how can I enjoy this endless beginning
Perhaps you have forgotten the day without the ring
Flashes, moving lights, funny circles are passing above your own swing

Trust me
don´t hide your skin
I came here to follow the visible signs
Rolling me between faith and purple pink

Sirens moving
sirens lauding
angry and laughing
I´m waiting to tell you something beyond the ring

Premonitions
They come to me.
The transporting of minds free
is using to wrap candies

How is it possible that the rings have miserable fields?