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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Guitar
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Vocals
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Guitar
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Drums
Jia O'Connor
Jia O'Connor
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Songwriter
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Songwriter
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Producer
Peter Rutcho
Peter Rutcho
Mixing Engineer
Dean Hadjichristou
Dean Hadjichristou
Engineer
Kevin Dietz
Kevin Dietz
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Like dragging nails through my skin Strip the scar, scratch the itch Dig your nails deep until the nerve is good and raw Pulling teeth again to pay for all your sins The blue pill or the red, all you want are enemies Feel the tension set to break We've swallowed more than we can take Like dragging nails through my skin Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep God complex, let's start a war Whose prayers will you answer, whose will you ignore? Paint it black and torn apart Baptised in hate to the beat, to the beat of a hollow heart Feel the tension set to break We've swallowed more than we can take Like dragging nails through my skin Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep 'Cause it's a sick fucking world in a sick fucking time Splitting at the seams as you desecrate the hive The cancer's in your heart, the poison's in your mind Forked tongue motherfucker, tell me, how the hell do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? Dying to believe Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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