Lyrics

There's be so much trauma It's been so much trauma, so much trauma, so much trauma It's been so much trauma, so much trauma, so much trauma I don't even know where to start, there's been so much trauma I don't even know where to start So much trauma, so much trauma, so much trauma Like I don't even know what year I got my mama's years, I got my daddy's years, all mixed up inside of me Deep in me, deep in my bones See, that's why we don't age All them years up inside of us, fusing each other There's been so much trauma It's been so much trauma I don't even know where to start Maybe start at its guts I mean, it's beginning its blood eye Thе distorted reality The controllеd way of life's limitations The way they house us The way they house us The way they house us, they make The way they make home The way they make home a dream, a wish Anything but a human right The way they house us The way they house us The way they make home a dream, a wish Anything but a human right You ever been robbed of your genius? You ever been robbed of your genius And have your talent lay waste When bones rip from its neck? Well that's Circuit City Well that's Circuit City! That's Circuit City Being forced to work for a machine A machine that's so big you can't see it Being forced to work for a machine that's so big That's so big you can't even see it Well what does it mean? What does it mean to make after they have taken away everything? Left behind four walls of brutality and death, what's it mean? And what is it What is it when it's made from pain and sweat [?] What is it? What is it? What is it? And democracy ain't nothing but a stage play sold to believers As they [?] a cell Do we go against the sound or go with the flow? And what do we say? What do we say about its brutal nature, what do we say about it's art of haunting? So much left behind, so much forced behind So much left behind, so much forced behind So much left behind, so much forced behind So much left behind, so much forced behind After all the blood, after all the sweat and tears After all the screams that echo have the abundance of heartache Headache Hellscape What do we say? What do we do? So much forced behind So much forced behind So much forced behind So much left behind, so much left behind, so much left behind, so much left behind That's Circuit City [?] That's Circuit City So big, so big, a machine that's so big