Turn my face towards the sun
But still it never comes
In the garden of your debt again
So i drink the devils sweat
Blood to tip
Ease the pain
Short term fix with nothing left to claim
Stepping on my grave
Flat footed wicked ways
Took the lift to the tenth floor
Eyes sit on my face like open sores
Tripping through the door as the demon's ripping through my core
You want it?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
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 its 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 around
Rust on my heels from unpaid bills
Searching for hope in a cave of lies
Here's a burnt out light
Here's a meal for one, two
Three scars deep within my head
Apply, divide, decide
On which is path is best
Can i withstand the test?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Social Contract - The Devil's Sweat Lyrics
Social Contract - The Devil's Sweat Lyrics
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Turn my face towards the sun
But still it never comes
In the garden of your debt again
So i drink the devils sweat
Blood to tip
Ease the pain
Short term fix with nothing left to claim
Stepping on my grave
Flat footed wicked ways
Took the lift to the tenth floor
Eyes sit on my face like open sores
Tripping through the door as the demon's ripping through my core
You want it?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
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 its 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 around
Rust on my heels from unpaid bills
Searching for hope in a cave of lies
Here's a burnt out light
Here's a meal for one, two
Three scars deep within my head
Apply, divide, decide
On which is path is best
Can i withstand the test?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
But still it never comes
In the garden of your debt again
So i drink the devils sweat
Blood to tip
Ease the pain
Short term fix with nothing left to claim
Stepping on my grave
Flat footed wicked ways
Took the lift to the tenth floor
Eyes sit on my face like open sores
Tripping through the door as the demon's ripping through my core
You want it?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
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 its 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 around
Rust on my heels from unpaid bills
Searching for hope in a cave of lies
Here's a burnt out light
Here's a meal for one, two
Three scars deep within my head
Apply, divide, decide
On which is path is best
Can i withstand the test?
I need the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Give me the taste of your blood
Cus loves not enough
I need something more
Writer: Scott Roach, Joshua Eggerton, Chris Coward, Bisque Wemyss
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Sentric Music
Performed By: Social Contract
Length: 6:03
Written by: Scott Roach, Joshua Eggerton, Chris Coward, Bisque Wemyss