Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caligula's Horse
Caligula's Horse
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Vallen
Sam Vallen
Composer
Jim Grey
Jim Grey
Composer
Dale Prinsse
Dale Prinsse
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Vallen
Sam Vallen
Producer
Jared Adlam
Jared Adlam
Recording Engineer
Forrester Savell
Forrester Savell
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This is where we find ourselves Too far gone to save A shroud over shame I'm just doing what you taught me This is where we find ourselves The fountain and the well I'll smile my way to my own hell Armed with what you left me There's no room for me In your small heaven But nothing could erase me Or what I am I am the weight, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody I am the weight, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody This is where we find ourselves The crack in the wall, the doubt consumes While you let your righteous fury burn With hallowed hate You prey But there's no room for me in your small heaven And nothing could erase me Or who I am You cast your shadow Darkening everything south of the sun I won't follow your accord to cut me loose When it bound me here to watch you trade truth for a noose Screaming, "Down we fell So give me hell Tell God I wish Him well" Bow down and taste the end It's a bitter pill mind Did you plan to take the world with you And leave your guilt behind? The soil is tainted Your words, not mine Just scars and sabotage the legacy You left it all to me So go on, raise your hands Sing Hallelujah Your song of the dead for those who survive The time of our lives So we smile Bow down and whisper words that you can't make us forget You bow down You bend your knee to the newborn hypocrites So bow down Give in New gods consuming Sweat and sickness is the legacy You left it all to me So go on, raise your hands and drink from the grail Just aching to drive that last coffin nail in the ways that we failed On we sail With hallowed hate, you prey We're all waiting Can you prey on peace? (Wordlessly, we welcome silence in her grace) I could bind my heart to anger And hold my breath for bliss that was promised me While the desperate hands of vengeance demand to deliver me It begins in me How they cling to me pleading
Writer(s): James Grey, Samuel Vallen, Dale Prinsse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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