Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deft Color
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Scott Williamson
Songwriter
Philip Benjamin Albin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deft Color
Producer
Lyrics
I breathe in and I let it out
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
They wanna stress me out
Until I run
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
I breathe in and I let it out
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
They wanna stress me out
Until I run
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
From the Chesapeake
To the western peaks
In the depths of seas
We should never be
But instead we test our destiny
We infest then set our nests to breed
So intense we be
Our trajectory is set
If greed will feed our tendencies
We heavily rely
On the curvature of this earth
With one-dimensional sight
We reside where the serpent lurks
Beneath dirt
Uh
Yeah we hurt
And as the world turns
We yearn to be heard
But if you wanna earn a purpose
You desert the purchase
Of the merchant's words
To these herds
Yeah
I breathe in and I let it out
Whoo
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
I get em out
They wanna stress me out
Yeah
Until I run
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
That I claim
I breathe in and I let it out
Whoo
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
I get em out
They wanna stress me out
Yeah
Until I run
Far away
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
Astronomical growth
Comes with ownership
Planets orbit in sync
But not before they were
Torn to bits
Time to change our
Course a bit
Realign them rocks
We gravitate toward abyss
Time to re-devise our plot
Our plot
We gotta
Stop regurgitating
The fire from Satan
You'll be heard when patient
A cyber sensation
Complete earth's rotation
And teach another one
And then another one
No more living a lie
Nope
I breathe in and I let it out
Whoo
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
I get em out
They wanna stress me out
Yeah
Until I run
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
That I claim
I breathe in and I let it out
Whoo
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
I get em out
They wanna stress me out
Yeah
Until I run
Far away
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
I breathe in and I let it out
I've been dealing with some demons
Time to get em out
They wanna stress me out
Until I run
Far away
Far away
From the faith that I claim
Written by: David Scott Williamson, Philip Benjamin Albin
