Circus Rats - American Standards

I had the perfect picture

To bring the world to its knees

But when the people heard of art

They couldn’t see the forest for the trees

And I want to feel to earth shake

Every bone left rattling

And I want to feel I’m awake

From a people fast asleep

Mirrors facing mirrors

Can’t break away from this

Can’t break away

And of the ill equipped we’re armed to the teeth

It goes around, around, around, around and ends now

Replace my sweat and tears with gasoline

And let this fire burn for all to see

Mirrors facing mirrors

And now we’re stuck

Replace my sweat and tears with gasoline

And let this fire burn for all to see

Replace my sweat

Replace my tears

Oh, Time

My mistress

And patience, my disease

My heart, my love, my passion guide me