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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gatherers
Gatherers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich Weinberger
Rich Weinberger
Songwriter
Adam Cichocki
Adam Cichocki
Songwriter
Matt Popowski
Matt Popowski
Songwriter
Robert Gerard Talalai
Robert Gerard Talalai
Songwriter
Anthony Gesa
Anthony Gesa
Songwriter

Lyrics

We couldn't stay awake Counting from one hundred Complete strangers in the windows of a train headed for derailment "Man, what a pitiful dream" you turned and said to me "I swear to God I could hear static in their screams, their faces cut from magazines" Divide, repeat A makeshift identity pulsing like a cable release Handprints waving on the station tile remind us of existence We play hostage to the glow, burying our heads in the feed Throw us to the jaws of our own device Throw us to the jaws of our own device Throw us to the jaws of our own Now we laugh at our despair Shaking on display for a crowd "Watch me now as I am mangled by the dogs Go on, take your cameras out" Your pick-me-up; I drown Your pick-me-up; I drown We couldn't find a way out of this pollution Our days are numbered, scratched into the paint Full disintegration "Man, what a pitiful dream" you turned and said to me "I swear to God I could hear static as they screamed" "Is anybody listening?"
Writer(s): Adam Cichocki, Anthony Gesa, Matt Popowski, Rich Weinberger, Robert Gerard Talalai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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