• Tripping over things ive said in a constant motion

  I cannot recognize the truth, because its unfamiliar

  If you didn’t have so much left to prove would it be resistance?

  Kicking up this cloud of dust, til it covers us.

   

  I’ve been there and done it a thousand times

  But never with my eyes open.

   

  You get what you paid for

  We can’t sell our godammed soul anymore.

  Don’t let them give you the run around, again.

  Its up to you to make sense of it

   

  No one hesitates to taste when they come and throw their feet down.

  If you wanna not make haste, keep your feet on the ground.

  I hear it coming from a million miles away, like a stampede of footsteps.

  Kicking up this cloud of dust, til it covers us.

   

  You can’t control what has happens to you heart, until you give it away.

  Until you give it away.

   

  You get what you paid for

  We can’t sell our godammed soul anymore.

  Don’t let them give you the run around, again.

  Its up to you to make sense of it

   

  So many words flooded in my vacant mind..

  To little space, too little sleep, too little time.

  Tripping over things ive said in a constant motion

  I cannot recognize the truth, because I’ve never known it.

   

  You get what you paid for

  We can’t sell our godammed soul anymore.

  Don’t let them give you the run around, again.

  Its up to you to make sense of it.

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