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Appetite

from Old Foes by Old Foes

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The intro track, starting Old Foes (both album and artist) with a bang. 'Appetite' reflects the seemingly endless struggle of mastering, or failing to master, our most base desires.

lyrics

I feel my fingers reach my mouth, I take my fill collapse and shout

My spirits wilting and my flesh is caving in.

I cry for help into the blue distress into a static view drown in turmoil as my eyes,

Keep drinking in.

My S.O.S. a flippant word from a scornful boy that speaks in verse

And evades salvation until my reach exceeds its grasp.

Return my head into its cell and calm nerves inside the well of luscious lies

That drag me straight to hell.

Flee to the shining city on the hill. Pray you last in the marathon, until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound.

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe. There’s venom in the cup of a friend.

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end.

Murder in the heart of the right. No end to the devil-appetite to satisfy the need.

Now everybody feed.

The passive Masses caught exposed, flooding rises past their nose. No more sanctuary,

No more harbor for the blind.

Faces turn from grace to greed, unsheathing daggers as you lead. Consume it all,

Until there’s nothing left to want or even need.

I speak in hunger pangs, grind my teeth to razor fangs, sinking deep to rip and tear,

Can’t stop my heart if it’s not there.

Every hand grips everything. Ears are deaf to tolls and rings. Now there’s red inside the rain.

And what was sterling now is stained,

On the shining city on the hill. Pray you last in the marathon, until you cross the line

On the day of trumpet sound.

There’s a dagger in the hand of a babe. There’s venom in the cup of a friend.

There’s fire in the belly of the kind, eroding until the end.

Murder in the heart of the right. No end to the devil-appetite to satisfy the need.

Now everybody feed.

Wake and crave for every bite. Slave to slake your appetite.

credits

from Old Foes, track released March 14, 2022
Vocals, Rhythm and Bass guitars Kyle Rigsby (@old_foes)

Engineering by (@thedeependstudios) located in MD, USA.

Drumming Jeremy Robertson (@jrob08101988).

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Old Foes Baltimore, Maryland

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