Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C. B. Hudson
C. B. Hudson
Guitar
Jeremy Furstenfeld
Jeremy Furstenfeld
Drums
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Vocals
Kirk Baxley
Kirk Baxley
Vocals
Matt Noveskey
Matt Noveskey
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Songwriter
Patrick Sugg
Patrick Sugg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Castell
David Castell
Producer
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Producer

Lyrics

I try to stay on top of you To hold your body down Your shaking seems to hinder Every grasp that I had found Moving every inch around you To defuse your private bomb I stretch myself surrounding And protecting you from harm I use a wallet for your mouth So when you bite you will not bleed I drilled a wire through my cheek And let it down and out my sleeve And now you're pulling out the best of me Yeah which never ever comes This wires all that's left of me And its hooked within my gums Within my gums... So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it Its proof to show that I bleed for this And I'd cut myself the shame To get to know this masochist Who has stolen my first name Pretending he's a teacher Holding all my weight at ease Yet the teacher seems to split in two Destroying both his knees Now crawling I position myself Below your broken wings I lift your feathered left arm Where you hide your heart from me I never noticed it was swollen With the touch of brutal pain I never knew a heart could live inside The rust from all your rain All your rain... So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it I didn't think to bring a wash cloth And rub away the dirt Myself and I we share This barely beating heart of hurt And when the hurt comes there's an argument A fight to save a smile A small attack on human tears To dry them for a while A dream we all should count on Yeah a vision I believe Where confidence is found Attached to wires on our sleeve Where loneliness is history Told to pack his shit and leave Where guidance is a fortune Told to help in time of need And were crying isn't secret It's the art of how we grieve And lessons are the key To every goal I will achieve I will achieve So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it So drill it, so drill it So hard So drill it, so drill it So hard I feel it
Writer(s): Justin Furstenfeld, Patrick Edward Sugg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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