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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jules Venturini
Programming
Reggie Fieldy Arvizu
Bass
Ray Luzier
Drums
Brian "Head" Welch
Guitar
Tiago Nunez
Programming
Jonathan Davis
Vocals
James Shaffer
Guitar
Reginald Arvizu
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Raskulinecz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Raskulinecz
Producer
Chris Collier
Additional Engineer
Matt Wallace
Additional Engineer
Nathan Yarborough
Engineer
David Benveniste
Executive Producer
Ted Jenson
Mastering Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Jim Monti
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
Here behind the curtain lies a darkness feeding
Pooled inside, in hunger cries, and still it's eating
Everything I had to hide is all on my sleeve
And behind the curtain lies my soul, I'm bleeding
And I see it
Can't believe it
And the sun goes down
Taking my heart
What is this I'm feeling?
Is it a new beginning?
Am I purging past regrets
Facing the hurt I'm dealing?
How does one start healing?
The darkness is revealing
The bittersweet reality
That this is the help I'm needing
Why must I be bastardized? My essence flees
Search my mind and all I find is banded feelings
Once you pull the bandage off, you feel the sting
Only way to fix it is through painful suffering
And I see it
Can't believe it
And the sun goes down
Taking my heart
What is this I'm feeling?
Is it a new beginning?
Am I purging past regrets
Facing the hurt I'm dealing?
How does one start healing?
The darkness is revealing
The bittersweet reality
That this is the help I'm needing
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Is he free, is he full, is he high, is he low?
Where the fuck I'm supposed to go?
Where the fuck I'm supposed to go?
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Take a look around at the morning star, he's coming for me
Is he free, is he full, is he high, is he low?
Where the fuck I'm supposed to go?
Where the fuck I'm supposed to go?
Feel me, heal me
All that's in me
Give it all back
I can't have this
Feeling, failing
All that's creating
Fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
Writer(s): Reginald Arvizu, Jonathan Howsman Davis, James Christian Shaffer, Brian Philip Welch, Raymond Lee Luzier
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