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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eric Cannata
Guitar
Francois Comtois
Drums
Jacob Tilley
Guitar
Payam Doostzadeh
Bass Guitar
Sameer Gadhia
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francois Comtois
Songwriter
Jacob Tilley
Songwriter
Payam Doostzadeh
Songwriter
Sameer Gadhia
Songwriter
Eric Cannata
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Skrzynski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Cerullo
Assistant Engineer
Max Moon
Assistant Engineer
Morgan Stratton
Assistant Engineer
Greg Morgenstein
Engineer
Ryan Nasci
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Alex Salibian
Producer
Jeff Bhasker
Producer
Michael Harris
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I can't stop listening to this voice in my head
Got me turning through the covers on this rusty spring bed
Bust in the day's flames
Kissing my back
That's all I remember and then everything's black
You know, sounds so familiar
Some place high in my show
Hello transmission: now you're in control
I look up
I look down
Everybody's bigger than Holy Water
Ain't enough going around
Raise their cups
Wear their crowns
Just sitting on a ghost-stained altar
Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
I woke in a fever taste the blood in my mouth
My eyes grew shiny purple and I'm riddled with doubt
It feels so peculiar, boiling hot in my soul
Farewell transmission: not made for this world
I look up
I look down
Everybody's bigger than Holy Water
Ain't enough going around
Raise their cups
Wear their crowns
Just sitting on a ghost-stained altar
Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
Tonight, drifting off to sleep
Tonight must be having a bad dream
I look up
I look down
Everybody's bigger than Holy Water
Ain't enough going around
Raise their cups
Wear their crowns
Just sitting on a ghost-stained altar
Feel the jungle youth sound, ooh ooh
Writer(s): Jacob Tilley, Francois Comtois, Sameer Gadhia, Eric Cannata, Payam Doostzadeh
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