The Giver Takes by Saccharine Trust Lyrics
Circumcise me!
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker
Who's directing traffic here anyway?
Are there no strategies
To win in love
Who invented immortality anyway?
Where have your virtues taken you
Along with your search for meaning
Climbing and staggering your pitiful existence
While bargaining for time
Where do our morals come from
Were they inflicted
What's in a bloodline anyway?
Why are we lead to slaughtеr
We can find it ourselves
Who's calling my numbеr here anyway?
Slave, grind that wheel of endless cycles
Grip hard to endure
Hours and hours of damnation
While spinning through this haste and confusion
Yes, there's hope on the other end of those strings
Where have your virtues taken you
Along with your search for meaning
Climbing and staggering your pitiful existence
While bargaining for time
Why do we get back up when the next fall is so much harder
Who's setting examples here anyway?
When are we gonna find something truly worth suffering over
Why make sense of this anyway?
Picture a world so simple and thoughtful
With smiling neighbors, painted fences
And images falling from the sky
Blessing you with contentment
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker?
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker?
Okay, uncircumcise me now!
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker
Who's directing traffic here anyway?
Are there no strategies
To win in love
Who invented immortality anyway?
Where have your virtues taken you
Along with your search for meaning
Climbing and staggering your pitiful existence
While bargaining for time
Where do our morals come from
Were they inflicted
What's in a bloodline anyway?
Why are we lead to slaughtеr
We can find it ourselves
Who's calling my numbеr here anyway?
Slave, grind that wheel of endless cycles
Grip hard to endure
Hours and hours of damnation
While spinning through this haste and confusion
Yes, there's hope on the other end of those strings
Where have your virtues taken you
Along with your search for meaning
Climbing and staggering your pitiful existence
While bargaining for time
Why do we get back up when the next fall is so much harder
Who's setting examples here anyway?
When are we gonna find something truly worth suffering over
Why make sense of this anyway?
Picture a world so simple and thoughtful
With smiling neighbors, painted fences
And images falling from the sky
Blessing you with contentment
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker?
What is the giver really taking
Is it the taker?
Okay, uncircumcise me now!