Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Indiana Bradley
Piano
Hunter Burgan
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Robert Bradley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hunter Burgan
Producer
Lyrics
Enter the house of the twisted. Digital minds and ya missed it
God bless the ring and ya kissed it
Towers of crime guess who built it
Blood in your eyes, Cracked from the lies
Trembling ya stare in the wind
Finally slept for a minute. Finally dreamt you were in it
Sounds that you made no one did it. Someone to blame just admit it
Creeping up closer, Needles in veins
Burning bruised and hiding the shame
That's because you're suffering like rats on cocaine
Before ya die please realize the doctor's a game
Lining up the dosage for his rats on cocaine
The mirror gives no justice now you're driven insane
Breaking the code of her lesson. Anything goes is the message
Packed up and left for the rested. Westward is land of the blessed
Rose like a sun, bottled and sold. California now you are fixed
Crawl to the top of red bridges. Frozen and facing I shifted
Hide my disdain for the gifted. Just who do ya think is the wicked
The day you paid to watch me die, I looked around and no one cried
Don't kill me now before I confess
That's because you're suffering like rats on cocaine
Before ya die please realize the doctor's a game
Lining up the dosage for his rats on cocaine
The mirror gives no justice now you're driven insane
I have seen the shadows around me, do what they will my mother will say
Rise and fall the humans are lonely, built us a God your soul is the pay
Cried and died I painted the holy, stood outside the desert for days
Leave at once the voices have told me, Leave at once the voices did pray
Written by: Timothy Robert Bradley

