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Official music video for the debut single “Circles“ by Defamed. Subscribe for more music: Listen to “Circles“ everywhere: We used to be Drown In Sulphur, now we are Defamed. Read our story below: Merch/Stream/Download our debut EP “Aeon”: Support us on Patreon and get access to private live streams, free downloads, behind-the-scenes, secret playthroughs, a personalized riff exclusively for you: Visit us: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Join the mailing list for an immediate merch discount, and future updates, news, sales and more: Music and lyrics written and performed by Defamed. Produced, engineered, mixed and mastered by Federico Ascari at Wavemotion Recordings. Video by Luca Rapuzzi. Management: mathilde@, margaux@ Lyrics: We're standing here, Trapped in our own bodies. We're living our lives, Waiting for a grave. Time flies Like dry leaves in the wind. Our consciousness Is oppressed by our sins. Creatures, Conceived in space and time, Masses of bodies addicted to life. Time flies Like dry leaves in the wind. Our consciousness Is oppressed by our sins. Circles, of eternal misery Choke our throats, Break our legs Till the end begins. Circles, of eternal misery Make us blind Write our lives Without looking back. Father, Tell us why These doses of existence Are scattered in time. Master, Let us realize. Masses of bodies Addicted to life. Father (Father) Tell us why These doses of existence Are scattered in time. Master (Master) Let us realize. Masses of bodies Addicted to life. Creatures Conceived in space and time Leave your bodies and be purified. Rotting Since the day you were born. Feed the earth And dematerialize. Circles, of eternal misery Choke our throats, Break our legs Till the end begins. Circles, of eternal misery Make us blind Write our lives Without looking back. We're standing here, Trapped in our own bodies. We're living our lives, Waiting for a grave. Time flies Like dry leaves in the wind. Our consciousness Is oppressed by our sins. We're standing here, Trapped in our own bodies. We're living our lives, Waiting for a grave. Time flies Like dry leaves in the wind. Our consciousness Is oppressed by our sins. Father, Father Tell us why, why #Defamed #Circles #deathcore
