The Lottery - Circa Survive, Geoff Rickly of Thursday

It happened all in the passing of light

We won’t see it coming

I know that we’ll all lose in time

But my mind won’t stop running

Blame it on the air that you breathe

Well I can’t see how anything’s nursed on disease

Nothing is clean in this place

Our only hope is cutting off the nose to spite the face

Who’ll take the lottery?

Don’t look away

We’re the unlucky ones

I won’t let it tear us apart!

Who’ll take the lottery?

Don’t look away

We’re the unlucky ones

I won’t let it take you

This intrusion’s a functioning curse

Break the thumb and the whole hand will hurt

It’s not like moving backwards in time

It happened all in the passing of light

Blame it on the air that you breathe

Well I can’t see how anything’s nursed on disease

Nothing is clean in this place

Our only hope is cutting off the nose to spite the face

Who’ll take the lottery?

We’re the unlucky ones

I won’t let it tear us apart

Who’ll take the lottery?

Don’t look away

We’re the unlucky ones

I won’t let it take you

Who’ll take the lottery?

Don’t look away

We’re the unlucky ones

I won’t let it take you