Taken from the brand new album 'Common Problem' out October 27th 2017.
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LYRICS
Lost in the jungle of darkness, can’t save what you must let go
Lie to the man in the mirror, careful with the stone you throw
Nothing but the sound of silence, ringing like the beat of the drum
How many more tricks must we pull, how many more tricks must we pull?
Every cliché found in the rhyme book
You can never take back what the time took
Rise to the news on the front page
But blind to the crowd at your own stage
Trip just to fall with finesse
Or drop like bombs from the West
Wasted faithless man has awoken
Baptized in the ocean - soaking
Spoiled by the view from the top flight
The rain don’t fall far from the cloud
He was taught to understand that appetite
But never stood too close to the crowd
Cascade down a concrete street
Where the sirens flash and sound in rotation
From the marble floors of the palace
Built on the bricks with no foundation
S-s-slave to the man in the suit
Briefcase, chained to his arm with the loot
Numb to the pain and the weight of the debt
Served with a smile, but dressed in regret
Deep carat gold coins in his pocket
Dressed like a king but spoke like a prophet
I could make it rain pure evil
Or I could make it rain for these people
I’ve been, I’ve been asleep in a daze
I’ve been, I’ve been asleep in a daze
A penny for my thoughts, got me minimum wage
He said that, I’ve been asleep in a daze
Until I woke up, and I took flight
Now I’m so high, that I’m gone
I’ve got my mind right, we talking hindsight
Everything they told me was wrong, Fuck that
I never touch down, I’m paragliding, my wingspan like an albatross
I’m alive now and I’m awake too, you can flip the coin but I’m a win the toss
This is case closed, no roots here, my family tree has no branches
You can pray for help, you can ask a lot, but be honest round here, what’s the chances?
Blind to the borders, everybody’s running blind to the borders
When paranoid days turn to paranoid nights, everybody runs blind to the borders, nothing to lose
Come with me, talk with me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Beautiful symphony
Feeding me energy
Walk with me, talk with me
Breathe for me, sing for me
Beautiful symphony
Feeding me energy
Directed by Callum Woodbridge
P&C: 2017 A Wolf At Your Door Records / Silva Screen Records Ltd
