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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Periphery
Periphery
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Misha Mansoor
Misha Mansoor
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Periphery
Periphery
Producer
Misha Mansoor
Misha Mansoor
Mixing Engineer
Spencer Sotelo
Spencer Sotelo
Mixing Engineer
Adam "Nolly" Getgood
Adam "Nolly" Getgood
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Embrace the doorway when everything's fading away
Take a breath, take time
A poet to die and you'll fall in love with a hero in the fire
So fuck it, fall back
The shore will dry up on this day
You'll find the perfect lie
Blood ink
Dead end is calling
Tomorrow is forever away
You'll never forget
[Verse 2]
Dead end is calling
Tomorrow is forever away
They'll never forget
They'll never forget
[Verse 3]
Now paint the door red
They'd never mistake the meaning
Blood ink, blood ink
Ready to lie dead and fall in line with the number 27
So fucking fall back
The shore will dry up on this day
You'll find the perfect high
Blood ink
Dead end is calling
Tomorrow is forever away
You'll never forget
[Verse 4]
No brain, no heart
Just rotting legacy
All the little stab wounds in that ego scream lobotomy
So quickly it came
In an instant it is gone
The bloody trail of fame and fortune has drained that life of that life
It bled you dry, bled you dry
It bled you dry
No push and pull
No crucible
The pandemonium is high
[Verse 5]
No brain, no heart
Just rotting legacy
All the little stab wounds in that ego scream lobotomy
It bled you dry and now the sun has set
You'll never forget
You'll never forget
[Verse 6]
Tear the road in two
Fate won't control you
Splitting soul ensues
Failing completion
Not whole
Oh, this world is haunting me
(Fate won't control you)
Though they fucking love me
(Splitting soul ensues)
Failing completion
Not whole
[Verse 7]
Red waves crash upon the shore of you
The precipice
White knuckle fist
It's all on your side
So cut low 'cause there's no tomorrow, no tomorrow, no
Oh, how your hero falls
The corpse will swing in all its glory
Remembering the love once shared in life, but now it's over
Drink, blow
Chemicals will rise so I can ease the guilt from the escape
So cut low, fuck
(Cut low, cut low, cut low)
Draining all the blood
Your hero falls
[Verse 8]
It bled you dry, bled you dry
It bled you dry
It bled you dry, bled you dry
The pandemonium is high
Written by: Jake Bowen, Matthew Halpern, Mark Hulett Holcomb, Misha Mansoor, Spencer Sotelo
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