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Common Tongue EP

by Social Contract

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1.
I turn my face towards the sun But still it never comes I’m in the garden of your debt again So I drink the Devils sweat Blood to tip Ease to pain Short term fix with nothing left to claim Standing on the grave Flat footed wicked, wicked ways Took the lift to the tenth floor Eyes sit on my face like open soars Tripping through the door as the demon’s ripping through my core You want it? Give me the taste of your blood Love’s not enough i need something more Give me the taste of your blood Love’s not enough i ned something more Give me the Such a disgrace the modern form I’ve been brought to my knees once more It never fades It never fades it never fades Satan plays his twisted game You got me shaking through this deserted corridor Like a chainsaw carving through a hollow bone As I enter the unknown Shake of a hand Smiles all round With the rust on my heels from unpaid bills Searching for hope in a cave of lies Here’s a burn out light Here’s a meal for one two, three scars deep within my head Apply, divide, decide On which path is best Can I withstand the test You want it? Give me the taste of your blood Love’s not enough i need something more Give me the taste of your blood Love’s not enough i ned something more Give me the I turn my face towards the sun But still it never comes Wilt in an orchard old Offspring to the breast so cold It never fades It never fades It never fades It never fades So I drink the Devils sweat
2.
Another day but it leads to nothing You ask why I hate this city? Well the walls are caving in while they bathe in their wealth Snakes made of iron and a heart full of mould Warm blooded bodies make me shiver in cold I need to get away, get away, get away I need something new Build your house on hollow ground Can you hear the sound Of their teeth grinding on their backs Hoist their heads on a plaque This modern placement, baron complacence Are we dreaming? Lost in the feeling Are we dreaming? Lost in the need for something real So lets use a filter on the face of the girl that died Romanticise her life and all inside This city turns to the beat of a drum Turning over bones on the street What a way to make ends meet Working for someone else’s wage Build your house on hollow ground Can you hear the sound Of the whip against their hopeful hands Shattered plans Trip the fuse, there’s nothing to lose Are we dreaming? Lost in the feeling Are we dreaming? For the need of something real Another day but it leads to nothing Another day breaks
3.
Is it a common interest? Or is it the common tongue? White washed opinions made on an empty throne I know its above their heads Washed in acid and bleach Another feral rant in here, another dreamless sleep Lights roll forward You’re still pointing in the dark Turquoise confusion Assuming you’re the pillars of society Rats in a cage clutching at weathered straws Pumped with steroids and fear Put your sacred lives at risk Slap it on a screen, tell them what to believe They’ll take it away, your comfort in pain Lights roll forward You’re still pointing in the dark Turquoise confusion Assuming you’re the pillars of society Futures put to slaughter The lords own children lining up at the cattle troth Your words are feeling colder The thawing of a forgotten heart Can you feel it? The thawing of a forgotten heart
4.
Coward in reflection of hazel eyes No surprise Bathing in a guilty sea of vacancy Another selfish plea Pick another fruit from the fable tree How does it taste, how does it taste? Bitter disgrace Apathetic waste Did you find what you were looking for A moth to the flame as darkness falls Take the time to dissect it all Place a knife to my neck to see how my juices flow There’s no excusing There’s no excusing my trembling hand Snatch a petal from the myrtle monotony Soulless thief, days of deceit Did you find what you were looking for A moth to the flame as darkness falls Take the time to dissect it all Place a knife to my neck to see how my juices flow I cut corners at every road I turn Slap the hand that fed my comfort zone Felt the touch of a strangers hand on mine Spun a web of selfish driven lies Fill my bones with bile for one last time Spread my marrow across a blood red sky I swear i’ll break if i can’t escape from the cage in my mind I reside in a chain of blossoms No hope to heal it Fearing the feeling Fill my bones with bile for one last time I feel nothing I feel nothing

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produced by Neil Kennedy at The Ranch Production House, Southampton, February 2018.

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released July 26, 2019

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