Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joshua Krishant Jacobs
Electric Guitar
Pravir Ramasundaram
Drums
Antonio Giannattasio
Background Vocals
Benjamin Felix
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Krishant Jacobs
Songwriter
Pravir Ramasundaram
Songwriter
Benjamin Felix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack and Sally
Producer
Forbes Coleman
Mixing Engineer
Songtexte
I've been jaded for a little while
Lighting cigarettes and faking a smile
A parade for the broken hearted
A simple mystery yet so uncharted
The flame reaches fever pitch
The system's got a minor glitch
A million reasons that point to here
A million reasons to never fear
So make believe to believe
Its a matter of reprieve
Macy's got her pretty dress
A fucking mess
What's meant to be, it shall be
For all that we're supposed to see
Writing letters at the arcade
Finding my heart's escapade
Hey ho to the revolution
In the middle of a confusion
Every day a different scar
Fighting someone else's war
Playing on my Russian roulette
Firing my paper bullets
Put out the lights at the comedy
For fear of a tragedy
So make believe to believe
It's a matter of reprieve
Macy's got her pretty dress
A fucking mess
What's meant to be, it shall be
For all that we're supposed to see
Writing letters at the arcade
Finding my heart's escapade
Hell bound to Nevernia
No reasons to hide
There's no truth to this story
My everyday nine to five
Every day is on repeat
Like a never ending defeat
Take your lies and your bribes
Put out my flames with gasoline
Life is a tale of life and death
We're raised in a world of broken faith
Life is a tale of life and death
We're raised in a world of broken faith
Fighting what we should stand for
Raising flags to start a revolution
Hope is no longer free for all
A burden on the heart and soul
This day demands a sacrifice
And I'm no working class hero
Writer(s): Benjamin Felix
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