FREE Music – Anberlin Type Three EP

1. Type Three
2. Type Three (Live)
3. Type Three (Leverage Models Remix)

Anberlin’s new two-album collection, Devotion, consists of a special edition of Vital with new songs and a Live from the Music Hall of Williamsburg (from the band’s acoustic tour). The set contains over 30 tracks. A three album deluxe edition, containing 44 tracks and a live acoustic tour DVD, is also available. This EP shows the diversity of Devotion with the song Type Three in the original studio version, live acoustic from Williamsburg, and remixed.

Anberlin Type Three Lyrics:

I have my reasons
For the vices I embrace.
Our world of treasons
And out there on the escape.

No one else here,
This conversation’s been drowned here.
Sixteen is nothing,
And never will be til I’m dead.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
(Oh, oh whoa)
Take all the hands that need you lately.
(Oh, oh whoa)
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait
On you, anymore.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.

Daydream that the world stands still.
Dancing through the fibers of time.
Baby, I just want to hold
Something that was never meant to be mine.

I look to heaven to save me,
And you call me naive.
Gravity a hopeless lover
Cursed with disbelief.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
(Oh, oh whoa)
Take all the hands that need you lately.
(Oh, oh whoa)
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait
On you, anymore.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.

Dance and kill me now
To word’s that I’ve chose
Speak only when you are spoken to.

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
(Oh, oh whoa)
Take all the hands that need you lately.
(Oh, oh whoa)
I don’t wanna wait, I don’t wanna wait
On you, anymore.
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
Don’t’ bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
(Don’t bite, don’t bite)
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, baby.
(Don’t bite, don’t bite, don’t bite)
Don’t fight the hands that need you, lately.

“Type Three” as written by Deon Rexroat Christian Mcalhaney

Lyrics © WIXEN MUSIC PUBLISHING

“Type Three” includes the album’s clearest reference to the band’s faith: “I look to heaven to save me/And you call me naive/Rather be a hopeless leper/Than cursed with disbelief.”