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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Nealon
Ryan Nealon
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Nealon
Ryan Nealon
Songwriter
Matt Romagna
Matt Romagna
Songwriter
Bret Paddock
Bret Paddock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Romagna
Matt Romagna
Producer
Bret Paddock
Bret Paddock
Producer

Lyrics

The golden age is over, falling to its knees Still waking up from the American dream Now that I'm sober, I lost my relief The older I get, the better I see We're all chasing relics of history Stars burned out in time I'm a pariah in a big city With fake ass messiahs asking for pity We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (Ooh) (Ooh) Take all the colors, paint them black and white Close all the blinds so you can't see the light We're overstimulated, medicated What the hell have we created? Praising our Gods when they can't fucking save us I'm a pariah in a big city With fake ass messiahs asking for pity We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (oh) Modern-day sickness (oh) We're all chasing dreams that are make believe 'Til the day we die I'm a pariah in a big city With fake ass messiahs asking for pity We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness I'm a pariah in a big city With fake ass messiahs asking for pity (asking for pity) We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (ooh, ooh) It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness
Writer(s): Matthew M Romagna, Ryan Nealon, Bret Paddock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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