Circa Survive - Birth of the Economic Hit Man Lyrics
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Birth of the Economic Hit Man
Birth of the Economic Hit Man Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Birth of the Economic Hit Man By 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 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 shadows peel open our eyes Blinding us within Nothing is sacred, 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 |
Who Wrote Birth of the Economic Hit Man By Circa Survive?
Anthony Green, Colin Frangicetto, Nick Beard, Brendan Ekstrom, Steve Clifford
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What's The Duration Of The Birth of the Economic Hit Man By Circa Survive?The duration of Birth of the Economic Hit Man is 7:13 minutes and seconds. |
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