You've Got Me (In Circles) / Revised Version Of Truths #21

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released July 21, 2016

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Track Name: You've Got Me (In Circles)
I’m getting cold,
Think my head might explode,
Getting stunk in a sinking hole,
Think my head might explode.

You’ve got me spinning in circles.
In circles.

I’m getting stuck with the fear,
‘Cause it’s more dark than light in here,
My brain was taken for contraband and,
There’s a curfew on when I can stand.

Where did all my braggadocio go?
Give me back, give me back, give me back.

I feel like I’m travelling
In circles through time.
Travelling through time,
In circles.

You’ve got me.
In circles.
You’ve got me spinning in circles.
Track Name: Revised Version Of Truths #21
Freedom; once a privilege, now abused,
When all’s at stake is who can sell the news.
Tears coerced, shame provoked, the flames are stoked, I’m yours,
When crimes in clear vision are kept well beneath the laws.

All I ask is for a little moral tact,
Your home address, a guillotine and a live stream of the attack.
You’ll be dressed up as Jihadi John and I’ll be Maddie’s Mom,
And we’ll see how far we can take this.

I’m not saying ‘fight the power’ is the right way,
And it’s hard when modern intellects say rebellion won’t pay,
And sad songs such as this only resonate,
With a left-leaning choir pre-ordained to all sing the same way.

Who’s telling the preach from the protest?
Godless from the blessed?
Mumbled from the message?
The real from the picture?
Divine from the scripture?
Oh forget it all, nice to meet ya.

And all I ask is for a little moral tact,
Your home address, a guillotine and to hear you call this freedom,
Is that too much to ask?
Just to hear you say that.