クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Framing Hanley
Framing Hanley
Performer
Jonathan Stoye
Jonathan Stoye
Bass Guitar
Shad Teems
Shad Teems
Drums
Nic Brooks
Nic Brooks
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Nixon
Kenneth Nixon
Songwriter
Ryan Belcher
Ryan Belcher
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenneth Nixon
Kenneth Nixon
Producer
Josh Baker
Josh Baker
Producer
Billy Decker
Billy Decker
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fuller
Michael Fuller
Mastering Engineer
Corey Callis
Corey Callis
Recording Engineer

歌詞

Listen closer
I hear the nervousness
In every word that's said
There's a revolution comin'
Fueled by years of givin' in
Call a doctor
Impatience flat-lining
It's inside of me
You've been known to pull from hiding
Are you aware of what you've done?
I've sat in silence
Nearly burning up my tongue
It's foolish and shameful to say
We're the same
All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
I'm not at my grave
Embers burnin'
But there's a spark missing
To the better parts of me
Reignitin' all those feelings
Who are you to say I'm dead?
Your confusion
Has got you twistin' facts
Your fantasy intact
Tell the story how you want to
But we both know the truth
I've sat in silence
Is this loud enough?
All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
I'm not at my grave
No, I'm not at my grave
See, I'm not ready for the end just yet
No, no
I'm not ready for the end just yet
And I think
I'm better off on my own
And I think
I'm better off on my own
My own
All our lives in a bubble
Losing sight of reality
We paint the lie in pretty colors
And blur the lines and what's between
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
The stolen unknown, it followed us home
I'm not at my grave
No, I'm not at my grave
No, I'm not at my grave
No (I'm better off on my own)
No, no (I'm better off)
See, I'm not ready for the end just yet
(I'm better off on my own)
(I'm better off on my own)
(I'm better off on my own)
Written by: Kenneth Nixon, Ryan Belcher
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