Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ingested
Performer
Kirk Windstein
Lead Vocals
Sean Hynes
Electric Guitar
Sam Yates
Electric Guitar
Lyn Jeffs
Drums
Jason Evans
Lead Vocals
Dominic Grimard
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kirk Windstein
Songwriter
Sean Hynes
Songwriter
Sam Yates
Songwriter
Lyn Jeffs
Songwriter
Jason Evans
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Donaldson
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Memories, shackles round my feet
I swore I wouldn't feel it, push it down till I forget
These crippling memories, manifest in death
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
[Verse 2]
When, will be enough? I can't believe I felt again
I'll never trust, another broken bird to mend
You're just a walking contradiction, you need to be the victim
What you did goes unforgiven
Cry and convince them it's all your condition
Just a fucked up, stuck up cunt
The pain you caused has no remission
[Verse 3]
I have gained a new perspective
We're all plugged in and we're defective
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Full of emptiness and sertraline
Can't live a life that's not perfected
Distort the truth till you're accepted
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Discontent unless we're living our dreams
[Verse 4]
What is your nightmare?
Insignificance, your fallacy in vain
Just as worthless as before, yet arrogance remains
[Verse 5]
Quick it's getting tough, you better find another vein
The sweetest rush, anything to make you less mundane
Afflicted are dying again and again
But you want the glory and none of the shame
[Verse 6]
Just a fucked up, stuck up cunt
The pain you caused has no remission
[Verse 7]
I have gained a new perspective
We're all plugged in and we're defective
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Full of emptiness and sertraline
Can't live a life that's not perfected
Distort the truth till you're accepted
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Discontent unless we're living our dreams
[Verse 8]
Memories, shackles round my feet
I swore I wouldn't feel it, push it down, till I forget
These crippling memories, manifest in death
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
[Verse 9]
What is your nightmare?
Insignificance, your fallacy in vain
Just as worthless as before, yet arrogance remains
[Verse 10]
Memories
These fucking memories
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
Written by: Jason Evans, Kirk Windstein, Lyn Jeffs, Sam Yates, Sean Hynes

