Child Bite / Dope Body Split EP

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released November 12, 2011

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Track Name: Prowl
Prowl (x3)
Prowl (x3)
Prowl (x3)
Prowl (x3)

Feasting eyes on the model of success
What you sought, what you found, what you now possess
Hold high objects to glory's light, fulfillment of a dream
While all those around you pass on your advances...

You're gonna lose everything (x3)
You're gonna lose everything (x3)
You've gotta move faster now (x3)
You've gotta move faster now (x3)

As is the path of nobility
All you need, is not all you want
I see the constant urge of greed, an obscene sense of suffering
Drown in a bath made of your own deception…

BRIDGE GUITARS

You're gonna lose everything (x3)
You're gonna lose everything (x3)

Proooooooooowwwwwwllll!
Track Name: Modern Torment
Dumped from the womb, skin fresh for the whipping like a soft fruit
Oh I know the feeling
We learn the tricks to survive, be it w/ words or a knife – your choice
Patterns stretch out to the verge & then begin again
Again again again
The further you go, the more you realize that there is – no choice

I get the feeling that this is not what you asked for

I can see this is it for me
Walls & walls & walls & walls
Modern torment
This is modern torment

Now is the time, your lungs your tongue your voice (ohhh)
Now is the time, I can feel it washing over my bones (ohohohoh)

Modest rapport, modern torment
Sharp as the rat's tooth, cheer for the endless

I can see this is it for me
Walls & walls & walls & walls
This is modern torment
This is modern torment

I get the feeling that this is not what you asked for

Now is the time – your lungs, your tongue, your voice
Now is the time – washing over my bones

Modest rapport, modern torment
Sharp as the rat's tooth

When you do, as the fool, i will too