Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Culture Shock!
Performer
Ben Archer
Bass Guitar
Travis Rains
Electric Guitar
Ethan Reinek
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Archer
Songwriter
Travis Rains
Songwriter
Ethan Reinek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Culture Shock!
Producer
Lyrics
One day after hurts
But two more will burn me
I couldn't ever save face
I was never good with words
Ooooo, I'm being tossed into my tomb
Ooooo, I feel like this might be my doom
Getting cast out in the open
We're so exposed and afraid
Staying quiet might be the token
The price is never getting paid
Coming out of exile
Put us on trial
We'll throw reasoning in the fire
Words don't mean a fuckin thing
When you spread lies for miles
To push us down below
When it's tried and tried to buy some time
Cause we wanna erase our names
Why aren't we believed when we show
There was no crime
And no bulk to the claim
Coming out of exile
Being less hostile
Even though you deserve every bit
Words don't mean a fucking thing
When you throw the files in a pile
To make up more fake stories
I told you that I couldn't bear the sight of unrelenting hatred
Yet you chose to push it 'till you made it
I gotta give it to you, you got a kick out of me
And in the end you couldn't give me a damn minute to breathe
I'm moving on now, it's a cheap price to pay
So why the hell are you unable to do the same?
Coming out of exile
Make us act out wild to delay your end
Words don't mean a fuckin thing
When I think of smiles
Smiles made, that wasted all of me
The darkest day of February
It's where our fates deceased
Throw me around, break me down
Beat me up 'till dead and ground
I never of thought of words so hard, or as simple as "You're insecure"
Manipulation at its finest
But now I'm just a hollow shell of a man
Written by: Ben Archer, Ethan Reinek, Travis Rains

