Lyrics Circa Survive – Birth Of The Economic Hit Man
Text:
Uprising within us,
A sense of total disillusion,
About what we’re made of,
And where we want to be.
As many things as we can, before our time is up
Our life is more than a side effect,
We must learn to be lost graciously.
We become everything we criticize
Light gives way shadows peel open our eyes,
Blinding us within.
Nothing is sacred, nothing is sacred,
(Oh) Nothing is sacred.
Maybe we have to
Forget everything we learned,
About where we came from,
To find out where we need to go
It’s not so important to collect as many coins,
From the fountain before our time is up.
Our life is more than a side effect,
We must learn to be lost graciously
We become everything we criticize
Light gives way shadows peel open our eyes,
Blinding us within.
Nothing is sacred, Nothing is sacred,
(Oh) Nothing is sacred, (Oh) Nothing is sacred.
Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was,
Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was,
Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was,
Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was.
Our life is more than a side effect,
We must learn to be lost, lost.
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Circa Survive – Circa Survive - Violent Waves
