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 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

Nothing is sacred, not that it ever was

Our life is more than a side effect

We must learn to be lost, lost