Текст песни Sharp Practice - Circa Survive

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 till it covers us

I had 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 goddamn souls anymore, anymore
Don't let them give you the runaround again, again
It's up to you to make sense of it (Yeah, talk)

No one hesitates to taste
When they come and throw the food down
If you wanna not make haste
Keep your feet on the ground
I see you coming from a million miles away
Like a stampede of footsteps
Kicking up this cloud of dust till it covers us

You can't control what has happened to your heart
Till you give it away, till you give it away

You get what you paid for
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore, anymore
Don't let them give you the runaround again, again
It's up to you to make sense of it

So many words flooded in my vacant lie
So 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
I've never known it
I've never known it, known

You get what you paid for
We can't sell our goddamn souls anymore, anymore
Don't let them give you the runaround again, again
It's up to you to make sense of it

I see you coming from a million miles away
I see you coming from a million miles away