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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Timothy Hamley Horn
Max Timothy Hamley Horn
Songwriter
Paul Brigstock
Paul Brigstock
Songwriter
Josh Clarke
Josh Clarke
Songwriter
Joey Mack Newell
Joey Mack Newell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack Hollamby
Jack Hollamby
Producer
Chris Allan
Chris Allan
Producer
Dave Holmes
Dave Holmes
Producer

Lyrics

I feel your presence messing up the sky
Split your fucking skull and feel the pain inside
Laughing loving as the fire swallows you
This ain't right
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the place where the angels won't go
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the grave before I grow old
Hand in hand we descend
You take the best of me
And grind it in you
This ain't right
This ain't right
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the place where the angels won't go
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the grave before I grow old
Cold winds blow yet I can't breathe
There's a killing every second yet
I can't see
Where the bodies lay or are they walking
They look you at and don't stop talking
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the place where the angels won't go
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the grave before I grow old
Be careful what you wish for
I'll take your life and more
Ripped away from your home
Never to be found
Clawed hands dragging you down
You wont see the light again
Feel the nightmare setting in
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the place where the angels won't go
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the grave before I grow old
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the place where the angels won't go
Rattleback, Rattleback
Take my soul
Take me to the grave before I grow old
Written by: Joey Mack Newell, Josh Clarke, Max Timothy Hamley Horn, Paul Brigstock
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