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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Lead Vocals
Devin Sola
Devin Sola
Bass
Josh Balz
Josh Balz
Keyboards
Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Hane
Tom Hane
Drums
Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
Lead Guitar
Kile Odell
Kile Odell
Programming
Mick Kenney
Mick Kenney
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Songwriter
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Songwriter
Richard Olson
Richard Olson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Producer
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Engineer
Jeff Dunne
Jeff Dunne
Editing Engineer
John Loustou
John Loustou
Drum Technician
Samon Rajabnik
Samon Rajabnik
Drum Technician
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Paul Suarez
Paul Suarez
Mixing Engineer
Josh Strock
Josh Strock
Engineer
WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
Producer

Songtexte

Go Burn it down, brick by brick, made in 2006 Lost and found, losing grip, I needed this Question me not, for I gave up everything Forget me not 'cause I've not forgotten what this means Strip me down, tear me apart, you'll find one theme left No sign of stopping 'til my veins rust Strip me down, tear me apart, you'll find one thing left I fucking know where I came from And nothing can replace those lessons learned As I stood with my brothers on the side of the road (whoa) No longer haunted by the skeletons (whoa) No longer haunted by the past For so long, it's all I've known I'm crossing over the undertow For so long, no one was listening Determined to make their deaf ears ring (To make their deaf ears ring) Miles repeat, my worst enemy is me But then four soon became six To shatter the canvas Handed nothing, loss pulling the strings Outlived the dead trends, united by distance For so long, it's all I've known I'm crossing over the undertow For so long, no one was listening Determined to make their deaf ears ring I've been to hell and back with no promise of return So I made friends with fire to keep from getting burned No money, no sleep, dedication 10 years on the road, this is sacred And when I'm facing a wall, I do not quit 'Cause if you mean it, you will make it Pulled apart in a world so demanding I'm still here, still standing I've sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton Still here, still standing You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain For so long, it's all I've known I'm crossing over the undertow For so long no one was listening I did my time You live, you learn, you defy the terms But this house will be my home Beguiled, betrayed, it's the price we pay As trust will be our tomb (trust will become our tomb) If you mean it, you'll make it
Writer(s): Chris Cerulli, Richard Olson, Andrew Fulk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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