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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naomi Joan Wright
Naomi Joan Wright
Songwriter
Amy Michelle Harris
Amy Michelle Harris
Songwriter
kelsi banville
kelsi banville
Songwriter
Yolanda Grace
Yolanda Grace
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mixed and mastered by James Goldmann at Nu House Studios.
Mixed and mastered by James Goldmann at Nu House Studios.
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Lyrics

One more number fading fast into the background One more murder maybe this time it'll hit The open casket goes unnoticed by the masses One more body folks are begging to forget Stand in line, waiting for your turn Climbing up the pyre you grow accustomed to the burn And when the vigil's over and they move on from the hurt The only thing to change will be your body into dirt But hey, who cares? I'm dying to know Can I really say I'm scared Of the punchline of the joke? Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating What is there to do? But they don't care till the streets all run Pink white and blue! One two three four! Just a moment till you're just another story Just the victim of a disconnected spree The headlines fetishize the fear behind the horrors Just the price we pay for begging just to be So waste your breath calling out for aid Screaming in the dark you'll only hear the echoes fade Set aside the scrapbooks of the times you want to save Something they can turn to when they decorate your grave But hey, who cares? I'm dying to know Can I really say I'm scared Of the punchline of the joke? Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating What is there to do? But they don't care till the streets all run Pink white and blue! One three one two! So raise your flag Draw your sword! We'll fight till we die! We'll be the ones who came before! The final act is coming and I'm running out of pleas It's drawing near and it feels like fear but it sounds like certainty! But hey, who cares? I'm dying to know Can I really say I'm scared Of the punchline of the joke? Maybe I should be happy I'm allowed to give a shit Progress comes with time unless you die before it hits I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating I'm laying bleeding they keep repeating What is there to do? But they don't care till the streets all run Pink white and blue!
Writer(s): Amy Michelle Harris, Kelsi Banville, Naomi Joan Wright, Yolanda Grace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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