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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Vocals
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Drums
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Electric Guitar
Jai O'Connor
Jai O'Connor
Bass Guitar
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Electric Guitar
Jia O'Connor
Jia O'Connor
Bass
Anthony Kalabretta
Anthony Kalabretta
Synthesizer Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Songwriter
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Songwriter
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Songwriter
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Producer
Dean Hadjichristou
Dean Hadjichristou
Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Enockson
Ryan Enockson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

From crooked faith, the darkness flows From hallowed halls, through broken homes To prey upon the weakest lamb The cruellest heart is truly man And when the judgment came, they told us: "Turn away" As their laughter whipped the halls like cracking bones Small words and hollow gestures, the rats are closing ranks They paint themselves as angels, oh, so wrong Libera nos, libera nos Deliver us from the blackest of mass Libera nos, libera nos Deliver us justice for the lost Straight down, I see their wings are burning But it's a shallow fall Straight down, I see their wings are burning There are no halos to be found There are no halos to be found So save your breath Nothing here is sacred, nothing is divine If heaven's gates are open, then I think I'll wait in line Nothing here is holy when every faith is blind So save your breath, I don't need more excuses Libera nos, libera nos Deliver us from the blackest of mass Libera nos, libera nos Deliver us justice for the lost But it's a shallow fall, it's a shallow fall Straight down, I see their wings are burning But it's a shallow fall Straight down, I see their wings are burning There are no halos to be found I'll never see through the eyes of your lord But I have seen through the eyes of a child I'll never see through the eyes of your lord But I have seen through the eyes of a child I hope you rot Straight down, I see their wings are burning But it's a shallow fall Straight down, I see their wings are burning There are no halos to be found From crooked faith, the darkness flows From hallowed halls, through broken homes To prey upon the weakest lamb The cruellest heart is truly man
Writer(s): Benjamin Gordon, Jeffrey Ling, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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