Lyrics: Andrew Davies/James Barbe
Music: Andrew Davies/David Waghorn/Richard Oliver Clements/James Barbe
Last night I felt anti, ten shots of that brandy
Rough week on this cold earth, ****ed up I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders, cognac it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive, so I ain't calling no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with themimpediments
Don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans when their benefits are so small
Switchblade
Gimme the track, give 'em a skin fade
Eclipse phase
Finishing move, tell 'em how king's made
You see a man on a throne
I see a man who climbed over stone
Persevered for the gold
"What gold do you speak of?"
Said the blind man
Said the shine from the diamonds never seen by his eyes can
"You explain to me how these jewels came to be
With no sight the value of what you're wearing has no reach?"
Well let me teach you blind man and your lack of vision
I made a decision to break out of this prison
I was contained by the jealousy, hatred and pain
They told me I couldn't escape, again and again
But this will of mine, they clocked it, it's killing time
The jewels that I speak of are hidden to all you Philistines
You can't see the journey, therefore you can't see the jewels
I'm breaking free but to you I'm just breaking the rules
Last night I felt anti, ten shots of that brandy
Rough week on this cold earth, ****ed up I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders, cognac it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive, so I ain't calling no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with them
Impediments, don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans when their benefits are so small
Some days I ain't smiling, cos some days I ain't firing
Stay resolute so when I take a
Break I never see the block in my writing
Own lane that I carved out, my own wave that I'm riding
Reflective now and when I'm looking back
I never need the gold that they're hiding
When I peered around I saw nothing, bullshit I ain't buying
And I ain't talking 'bout evil, his moves are inspiring
And that's something about realness, instead of people just hyping
Navigating in a world of fakes, the quality it's declining
Last night I felt anti, ten shots of that brandy
Rough week on this cold earth, ****ed up I'm on plan B
Mad weight on my shoulders, cognac it's so handy
Still I know I wanna feel alive, so I ain't calling no banshee
No prisoners, no barricades and no walls
Ain't living life with them
Impediments, don't resonate with them rules
No fakery, no demagogues, no idiots and no fools
I'm so bored of these charlatans when their benefits are so small