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Circles of the Scythe Video (MV)




Performed By: Warm Brains
Length: 4:51
Written by: Rory Attwell




Warm Brains - Circles of the Scythe Lyrics




I've been returned to the sender
You didn't even take the time to unravel me
Do you hate yourself and everything else? Then feel true zeal?
Yes it's an incessant dichotomy

Indifference

Take more than you need, it's never obscene
Pile up the filth you can always recycle it
That man and his kids sift through mountains of shit
As we just marvel at the depth and the size of it

Deliberate Indifference

Drive people away with erratic displays
I could never resist this side of me
Time will not take long to fill
And I will here till you're sick of the sight of me

Deliberate Meaning

They need more science in the sty
They sweat and edge towards the circles of the scythe
Selective conscience suits us fine
Sweating as they roll toward the circles of the scythe

Throw the guts into the street
Death echoes in pools around my feet
These are all things that I need
Yes these are all things that I need

See it burrow into a tree, shaking it's tail
It burrows deep into a tree, it's green waxy leaves
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I've been returned to the sender
You didn't even take the time to unravel me
Do you hate yourself and everything else? Then feel true zeal?
Yes it's an incessant dichotomy

Indifference

Take more than you need, it's never obscene
Pile up the filth you can always recycle it
That man and his kids sift through mountains of shit
As we just marvel at the depth and the size of it

Deliberate Indifference

Drive people away with erratic displays
I could never resist this side of me
Time will not take long to fill
And I will here till you're sick of the sight of me

Deliberate Meaning

They need more science in the sty
They sweat and edge towards the circles of the scythe
Selective conscience suits us fine
Sweating as they roll toward the circles of the scythe

Throw the guts into the street
Death echoes in pools around my feet
These are all things that I need
Yes these are all things that I need

See it burrow into a tree, shaking it's tail
It burrows deep into a tree, it's green waxy leaves
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Writer: Rory Attwell
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