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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Lead Guitar
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Vocals
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Drums
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Bass
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Keyboards
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
Programming
Loz Taylor
Loz Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Songwriter
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Songwriter
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Songwriter
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
Producer
Ellis 'The Power' Powell-Bevan
Ellis 'The Power' Powell-Bevan
Recording Engineer
Georgia Fullalove
Georgia Fullalove
Additional Producer
Joseph McQueen
Joseph McQueen
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I've watched a dawn through the eyes of the dead I've seen their sorry souls holding onto their threads And what the fuck have they got to show for it? Pain, suffering, regret And there's a fine wired lined wrapped around all their necks They're punishing themselves, while they're paying for it I'm tightening the line, now they're struggling for breath Consume, ignore, restrict, behead Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen I'm going in I'm sick of swallowing the lies we've been fed I've felt the chains of the condemned The falsely led, and what the fuck have we got to show for it? Pain, suffering, regret There's a fine-wired lined wrapped around all their necks They're punishing themselves, while they're praying for it I'm tightening the line, now they're struggling for breath Consume, ignore, restrict, behead Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen Assimilate to annihilate, freedom is not yours to take Stand alone, watch the sun eclipse Drown your fear, last of the heretics Last of the heretics Last of the heretics Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen Rise, aura confined and blindly we find The birth of the obscene Lies, through forgetful eyes The death of the light To reveal what was foreseen It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul
Writer(s): Adam Jackson, Daniel Winter Bates, David Winter Bates, Kristan Dawson, Tom Prendergast, Ed Hartwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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