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 there 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)
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 No one hesitates to taste
 When they come and throw the food down
 If you wanna not 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 has happened 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
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 I see you coming from a million miles away