Contractual Obligation (Cover @Rising Phoenix Herald)

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Smile for the promotion Manufacture the emotion Mouth the words without devotion Hit create and start the commotion [Verse 1, pitch waver, strained chest] This ain’t art, it’s administration Two-minute contractual obligation Not for the love, not for creation Definitely not a gift to the nation Prompt got written, beat got rendered Lyrics came out half-surrendered Knob gets turned, somebody’s knocking Ball gets passed, apparently we’re driving What does it mean? Nobody knows Throw in a Wraith and designer clothes French grapes twice, now call it a hook Did anybody involved even give it a look? [Hook, strained chest] Contractual obligation Zero signs of inspiration Not for the culture, not for the nation Just upload it for the corporation [pitch waver] Contractual obligation Maximum brand participation Minimum care in the presentation Now remixers handle the renovation [Verse 2] Breathy vocals, mumble the line Maybe nonsense sounds profound with time Falsetto floating, words disappear Can’t hate the lyrics if nobody can hear Calling round the world with nothing to say She left the house, then she left the Wraith She left him in bed, then stars rotate Every random thought made the final take No second draft, no quality check Just stretch one chorus and ship the track Contestants working through the night Trying to make the original sound all right They’ll fix the bass, they’ll fix the drums They’ll pitch the vocals till the feeling comes More dedication in one remix station Than the whole contractual obligation [Hook] Contractual obligation Zero signs of inspiration Not for the culture, not for the nation Just upload it for the corporation Contractual obligation Maximum brand participation Minimum care in the presentation Now remixers handle the renovation [Bridge] Turn the knob, start knocking Pass the ball, start driving Don’t ask why, keep nodding Pretend the metaphors are thriving Grapes, grapes Wraith, Wraith Love you, blame you Same take [Final Verse] I’m not saying every song needs revelation Sometimes music’s only recreation [strained chest] But this sounds less like imagination And more like someone met a deadline limitation [pitch waver] So here’s my entry, my interpretation: A remix built from irritation You supplied the raw frustration I supplied the actual dedication [Final Hook, strained chest] Contractual obligation Now it’s gained a transformation Wasn’t much of a foundation But we turned it into entertainment Contractual obligation Thank you for the invitation You made content for promotion [crack on exit] We made music from the commotion