Song Lyrics

I mew and crow to fight my way through the snow
Scratch the surface just to find a second surface
I begged the merchants
"Please serve a purpose other than treason!"
There must be another reason to play these songs
Best known for being bludgeoned into something to own

The money's been bought up and
Surely woman, you can feel it
And the music's all washed-up
They'd rather sell it than steal it
As the festivals run dry
These whorish children can't look you in the eyes
As you turn them out
And turn them into something beautiful
For the party of the century is still looking for a reason to be

The money's been bought up and
Surely woman, you can feel it
And the scene, it's all washed-up
They'd rather sell it than steal it
As the festivals run dry
Sweet whorish children, please look them in the eyes
They turn you out
And turn you into something less-than-beautiful again

Daniel Bejar, Jason Zumpano, John Edward Collins, Scott Morgan, Stephen Michael Wood

The duration of Death on the Festival Circuit is 3:15 minutes and seconds.