Songtexte Birth of The Economic Hit Man - Circa Survive

Uprising within us
A sense of total disillusion
About what we're made of
And where we want to be
It's not so important to collect 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 and 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 and 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