Infinite Consciousness

Circa Survive - Sharp Practice

Tripping over things unsaid
In a constant motion
Cannot recognize the truth
Because it’s 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 have been there and done it a thousand times
But never with my eyes open

You get what you pay for…
We can’t sell our god damn 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 the feed down
If you want and not make haste
Keep your feet on the ground
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 happen to your heart…
Until you give it away, until you give it away…

You get what you pay for…
We can’t sell our god damn souls anymore! anymore!
Don’t let them give you the run-around again! again!
It’s up to you to make sense of it!

So many words flooded 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
Because I’ve never known it… I’ve never known it!

You get what you pay for…
We can’t sell our god damn souls anymore! anymore!
Don’t let them give you the run-around again! again!
It’s up to you to make sense of it!
Hear it coming from a million miles away!