Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
The 113
The 113
Intérprete
Jack Grant
Jack Grant
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jack Grant
Jack Grant
Composición
Jack Picton
Jack Picton
Composición
Joshua Matthias
Joshua Matthias
Composición
Tom Mayor
Tom Mayor
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Jack Grant
Jack Grant
Producción

Letra

I watch with folded arms as my psyche slowly drifts away,
The sudden urge to jump through the closed doors of a speeding train,
The last place, the ruling out, the pills and failed masquerade,
The fear that sits right above the bags upon my vacant face.
And I'm thrown in, head-first, door slammed behind me,
The glass slides, coffin shuts, and feeling follows thoughts blindly,
Crush teeth between jaws as the squatter's running rings around me,
The ten thousand miles have started feeling fucking far from likely.
I stare through, He's looking back,
Retain the calm, Absorb the track.
What gave away, My state of mind?
The pale face, Or vacant eyes?
I drop ten floors and land firm, cleanly on my back,
The skyline weeps a thousand versions of this habitat,
I'll search for an excuse for why my conscious presence lacks,
Any form of notice for when my slightly twisted mind reacts.
Written by: Jack Grant, Jack Picton, Joshua Matthias, Tom Mayor
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