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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Blakeley
Brandon Blakeley
Drums
Christopher S Freeman
Christopher S Freeman
Rhythm Guitar
Nathan Sanville
Nathan Sanville
Lead Vocals
Ryan Malicsi
Ryan Malicsi
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Blakeley
Brandon Blakeley
Songwriter
Christopher S Freeman
Christopher S Freeman
Songwriter
Nathan Sanville
Nathan Sanville
Songwriter
Ryan Malicsi
Ryan Malicsi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Romnes
Brett Romnes
Producer
Charlie Burket
Charlie Burket
Assistant Engineer
Mike Kalajian
Mike Kalajian
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Fractal, how the pattern repeats itself Fits smallest details repeat indefinite I hear a voice from an empty room make small talk Move out, a new place that I don't know Its smallest details are unfamiliar Sit still in the shower until I feel alone My doctor Taught me techniques, she said Regulate my breath, relax my jaw And say my affirmations Playing with my fingers, the door is Just open enough so I wonder Who is there? My throat feels like it's full of hair My chest lights a flame under every breath I choke where I stand My senses flare at the drop of a pin, I'm alone Break the key off in its lock Assure I'm by myself And still the footfalls follow close Although I know there's nothing there The doctor's order Techniques they taught Regulate my breath, relax my jaw And say my affirmations Playing with my fingers, the door is Just open enough so I wonder Who is there? My throat feels like it's full of hair My chest lights a flame under every breath I choke where I stand My senses flare at the drop of a pin, I'm alone The fear has to stem from something The horde I can hear from my couch, wanting eyes on them Significance Just take it and go away I don't think it makes a difference Quoting useless affirmations Playing with the thought that there's someone Watching me from inside the house Who is there? My throat feels like it's full of hair My chest lights a flame under every breath I choke where I stand My senses flare at the drop of a pin, I'm alone Fractal, how the pattern repeats itself Its smallest details repeat indefinite I hear a voice from an empty room make small talk
Writer(s): Nathan Joseph Sanville, Brandon L Blakely, Christopher S Freeman, Ryan Michael Malicsi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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