The first single to be released from the upcoming 'Broken English' EP. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/otherkinOK?fref=ts Bandcamp: http://otherkin.bandcamp.com/ Breaking Tunes: http://breakingtunes.com/otherkin Lyrics: Blind, feel it wind, Crooked, a forward climb On lanes of ill terrain Feeding into the fault line It comes like a waterfall, pressing you down and drowning the sounds you shake Loose from your mouth, all sinking south Coloured in doubt. We can't hear the warning call, It's lost to disease, Arrested, a lower jaw A swallowed key. Biting down, on silent nouns Surrounding, a new found wave And tucked away, Words will fade, inside this enamel cage That tightens your jaw, Sending you to mirrors that prove the rains, Drench you in doubt, Which filters out to shyness in shouts. We can't hear the warning call, It's lost to disease, Arrested, a lower jaw A swallowed key. We can't hear the warning call.
