Circles from Circles by Peasant
Tracklist
| 2. | Circles | 1:46 |
Lyrics
Fucking Racist
scream about concern for my salvation,
but can such a living contradiction
make it into heaven?
Deafened by your own voice,
staring at the sun,
along the lines of that divide
you keep trudging on.
A figure shaped by sharpened tongues,
given strength but not direction
Staring at the sun,
walking in a blinding light… dazed, wasted
Way beyond 40 years walking in circles.
The meek may have washed your feet-
but the dirt’s still dripping from your mouth.
Slaves may have washed your feet-
but the bloods still dripping from your hands
No kingdom to inherit.
Burnt offerings wont save your spirit
Credits
from Circles,
released April 12, 2015
