WARFIELD - Tie the Rope (Official Video) | Napalm Records

@warfieldthrash This is a portrait of the world as it appears to us today. As the first official single being released in advance of the new album that is expected later this year, the song “Tie The Rope“ captures exactly what Warfield is all about. Let the energy fill your body as you listen to the bands critical outlook on a self-destructive world poisoned by a superficial human society. This video was realized entirely DIY. Warfield is extremely thankful for the help of our family and friends. Camera: Salina Damer, Jessica Avarello Editing & Post-Production: Johannes Clemens Design: Matthias Clemens Props: Timm Müller Location: Kulturzentrum Kinett Kusel Warfield are: Dominik Marx Matthias Clemens Johannes Clemens Recorded at: Darkone Studio, SU2 Studio Produced by: Karsten Aurig, Phil Hillen Music by: Warfield Lyrics by: Johannes Clemens, Matthias Clemens, Dominik Marx __________________________________________________________________________ Lyrics: There’s a rope hanging down a tree It is the neckbreaking truth of society The knot is tightened with a rotten conception And every fibre’s made of arrogance It’s in the air that you swallow and in the dirt that you breathe Here hangs the misapprehension of human supremacy If freedom of will is our highest good Then tell me why are we enslaved We play a game we are bound to lose Deification of a mind – deranged Alright! Tie the fucking rope! Hear – our backbone rupturing under our own weight Progression becomes regress and more isn’t enough To quench the egomania of our age All you wanna do is be yourself And at the same time indoctrinate everybody else Our world is coated with an artificial layer We buy and our conscience is the payer Beauty is becoming tragedy Now my fellow don’t you look at me This wreck is yours as much as it’s mine Face it - It’s everyone’s decline Tie the rope! Tie the Rope! Feel – the roadkill scraping the varnish off our crown Mine is the kingdom, power, glory forever Until the host comes back for another round Fattened selves graving for dung Lacerating shots from loaded shot-tongues Dissecting the villains you enforce yourself to hate Rubbed-off rage publicly displayed Pleasure is becoming agony Once beloved one don’t you seek in me The reason for your self-doubt Get it – nobody lives without Tie the rope! Tie the Rope! Let’s breed stress and feed on it Come join the army and deal with it! There’s a rope hanging down a tree It is the neck-retching loop of modernity We all balance on the edge of the hangman’s chair A painting of ourselves in still life – hollow ware We are the judge yet we won’t stir a bit As long as the hammer’s up the ego can act out its shit Negotiation repelled Fate decides the second you let go!