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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Softspoken
Softspoken
Performer
Andrew Baylis
Andrew Baylis
Electric Guitar
Chris Wethington
Chris Wethington
Electric Guitar
Sam Scheuer
Sam Scheuer
Lead Vocals
Billy Zimpelman
Billy Zimpelman
Electric Guitar
Stefan Vaught
Stefan Vaught
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
CAMERON MIZELL
CAMERON MIZELL
Songwriter
Chris Wethington
Chris Wethington
Songwriter
Stefan Vaught
Stefan Vaught
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Baylis
Andrew Baylis
Producer
CAMERON MIZELL
CAMERON MIZELL
Producer
Cole Clark
Cole Clark
Mixing Engineer
Mike Kalajian
Mike Kalajian
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Silence Take my innocence Break the mirror on the wall Beg for mercy as I fall Sinking deeper, into oblivion Break the mirror on the wall Hate myself because I follow through With things that I don't wanna do No more suffering Necromaniac, but I use to feel alive, embrace the likes of warmer tides But now the waves crash faster What would you do in my place? Falling from this grace All the words, they come out sad and lonely sounds of desperation Hungry and torn My eyes roll through my head (my head) Now the universe has got my soul shaken up again Break the mirror on the wall Hate myself because I'm hollowed out And lost in orbit It makes my heart sick I wanna choke it All I feel, all I see is blank space Forgotten love, seems they've all just lost my name Bury me beside the truth Eyes closed and I fade from view What would you do in my place? (My place) Falling from this grace All the words, they come out sad and lonely sounds of desperation Hungry and torn My eyes roll through my head (my head) Now the universe has got my soul shaken up again Yeah, go berserk, throw myself to the fire Yeah, call the father, let him know I'm expired Pull the trigger and the gun goes boom Go berserk, throw myself to the fire Yeah, call the father, let him know I'm expired Pull the trigger, ride the bullet to oblivion What would you do in my place? (My place) Fallen from this place (this place) All the words, they come out sad and lonely sounds of desperation Hungry and torn My eyes roll through my head Now the universe has got my soul shaken up again Yeah, go berserk, throw myself to the fire Yeah, call the father, let him know I'm expired Pull the trigger, ride the bullet to oblivion
Writer(s): Christopher Todd Wethington, Andrew Marcus Baylis, William Robert Zimpelman, Samuel Lukas Scheuer, Cole Evarts Clark, Cameron Mizell, Stefan Vaught Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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