Paroles de Sharp Practice

Tripping over things unsaid in a constant motion I cannot recognize the truth ‘cause it’s unfamiliar If you didn’t have so much left to prove, would it be resistance? Kicking up this cloud of dust till it covers us I had been there and done it a thousand times but never with my eyes open You get what you paid for We can’t sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore Don’t let them give you the runaround again, again It’s up to you to make sense of it. Yeah. Talk No one hesitates to taste when they come and throw the feet down If you wanna make haste, keep your feet on the ground I see you coming from a million miles away like a stampede of footsteps Kicking up this cloud of dust till it covers us You can’t control what is happen to your heart till you give it away - till you give it away You get what you paid for We can’t sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore Don’t let them give you the runaround again, again It’s up to you to make sense of it So many words flooded in my vacant lie So little space, too little sleep, too little time Tripping over things unsaid in a constant motion I cannot recognize the truth ‘cause I’ve never known it I’ve never known it - I’ve never known it - known You get what you paid for We can’t sell our Goddamn souls anymore, anymore Don’t let them give you the runaround again, again It’s up to you to make sense of it I see you coming from a million miles away I see you coming from a million miles away