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Tripping over things unsaid
In a constant motion
I cannot recognize the truth
Cause it's unfamiliar
If you didn't have so much left to prove
Would there be resistance
Kicking up this cloud of dust
'Til it covers us?
I have been there and done it a thousand times
Never with my eyes open
You get what you pay for
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Don't let them give you the run-around
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
No one hesitates to taste
When they come and throw their feet down
If you want to 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 happened to your heart
'Til you give it away
'Til you give it away
You get what you pay for
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Don't let them give you the run-around
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
So many words flooding in my vacant mind
Too little space, too little sleep, too little time
Tripping over things unsaid
In a constant motion
I cannot recognize the truth
Cause I've never known it
You get what you pay for
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Don't let them give you the run-around
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
In a constant motion
I cannot recognize the truth
Cause it's unfamiliar
Would there be resistance
Kicking up this cloud of dust
'Til it covers us?
Never with my eyes open
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
When they come and throw their feet down
If you want to not make haste
Keep your feet on the ground
Like a stampede of footsteps
Kicking up this cloud of dust
'Til it covers us
'Til you give it away
'Til you give it away
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
Too little space, too little sleep, too little time
In a constant motion
I cannot recognize the truth
Cause I've never known it
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore
Anymore
Again! Again!
It's up to you to make sense of it
Yeah
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"The lyrics for this song also came out of musings on how hard it was to survive financially in the music industry now that everyone just downloads records for free. I was trying to write about how songs are still valuable even if the price tag says free and how we were working with this big label who had a job sell this music and feeling like we were too weird for them to be able to do that. We were still on Atlantic at the time this was written and all of us had a feeling like we were going to get dropped or something." -Anthony Green
http://www.rocksound.tv/features/article/circa-survive
It's pretty much about how they sold there souls to the industry and the industry fucked them over. so now they're done selling their souls and moving ahead and speaking out against it subliminally. know:truth