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Days N' Daze

Circle Em

 

Circle Em

(album: The Deluxe Suicide-By-Cop Execution Package (Days N' Daze / Brando Chemtrails / Broken Bow) - 2014)


[Jesse:]
Why would you think you're something special when you're not
You're just molecules
Flesh and bones
Some day you're gonna rot
One day we all waste away
Equality hides in decay
You're just another sack of matter taking up a spot

[Jesse & Whitney:]
For every living thing a grave
The strong, the weak
The scared, the brave
The rich, the poor
The black, the white
All sleep in the eternal night
You take your money with you when you die

[Jesse:]
We're all so goddamn self important
We're all so full of shit
We fill our lives with lies and drugs
And pain and stress until we're sick
Won't matter when you're dead
You'll turn to dust with the rest of us
We all share one final bed

[Jesse & Whitney:]
For every living thing a grave
The strong, the weak
The scared, the brave
The rich, the poor
The black, the white
All sleep in the eternal night
You take your money with you when you die

We're going nowhere
With this track in a thousand pieces
Let's set the ties, hammer the nails
And when the tracks intact
Maybe we can get past our petty differences
We band together then we'll see who the real enemy is
Remember everybody ends up in the morgue

[Jesse:]
So I bet if I were to put a gun to you
You'd be bloody just like me
You sit upon your high horse
Hide behind your circle E
We're all hypocrites and sycophants
All one leach in the same
You know that you're not perfect
Who are you to pass the blame

[Jesse & Whitney:]
For every living thing a grave
The strong, the weak
The scared, the brave
The rich, the poor
The black, the white
All sleep in the eternal night

For every living thing a grave
The strong, the weak
The scared, the brave
The rich, the poor
The black, the white
All sleep in the eternal night
You take your money with you when you die

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