Act 1 - Working Machine

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
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That's Circuit City
So big, so big, a machine that's so big