This is typically the second song in our set. It’s called ‘No Truce’ at the moment, but I don’t particularly like that name and I’m sure there must be a better one lurking out there somewhere. Anyway, it’s about lying to the people you love. I have no time for people who treat trust like some sort of game.
lyrics
Your loose lips sink your own ships. Your open door to your room is your own trap that you set down. And I wish I could keep calm and carry on, but this is war. I wrote a confession for you. Sign it, I’ll post it round town and we’ll all learn that you’re a let down.
Poets, authors, either I misunderstood or you’re all fucking liars. Mother, father, you raised a survivor. Sister. Brother. Stay away from love. You want a truce. You want it right now. But I’ve got the truth, now let me speak this out loud; You want a truce? This social circle’s your fucking noose. And I used to think you could have made me proud.
Now you’ve made your own bed, and we all know where you’ve been lying. All you do is lie. Stop. Because I’ve made a language out of silence, I’ve made a living out of playing dumb. Every girl wants their song well here’s yours; you used to call me brother, now you’re dead to me, and we’re done.
credits
from Demo,
released August 7, 2011
Joel Growney VOCALS, Damien 'DAMO' Mapson GUITAR, Joe Anderson BASS, Jochen Such DRUMS. Mixed and recorded by Rich Tamblyn @ Old Blacksmith Studios.
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