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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koyo
Koyo
Performer
Anthony DiDio
Anthony DiDio
Performer
Vein.fm
Vein.fm
Performer
Jon Markson
Jon Markson
Electric Guitar
Joseph Chiaramonte
Joseph Chiaramonte
Lead Vocals
Harold Griffin
Harold Griffin
Electric Guitar
Anthony Rotolico
Anthony Rotolico
Background Vocals
Stephen Spanos
Stephen Spanos
Electric Bass Guitar
Salvatore Argento
Salvatore Argento
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Chiaramonte
Joseph Chiaramonte
Songwriter
Harold Griffin
Harold Griffin
Songwriter
Anthony Rotolico
Anthony Rotolico
Songwriter
Stephen Spanos
Stephen Spanos
Songwriter
Salvatore Argento
Salvatore Argento
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Markson
Jon Markson
Producer

Lyrics

0, 1, 2,
Three days from a flatline afternoon
What I'd do
Go through
To taste a second of the life that I once knew
When I was young
And all I'd want
Was to set the world on fire
With the sparks coming off my eyes
But it's hard to love
It's hard to trust
With that sinking in your gut
And a beating heart that's like a set of cuffs
I'd give it all to turn back time
To when this body felt like mine
And I wouldn't fear that staying here
Could break the heart of someone dear
But now it's always on my mind
3... 2... 1...
Just like that and this can't be undone
Have your fun
Chase the rush
As you're rusting by the month
There's no ignoring what's to come
All of the power I took back falls away
When my hands go numb and my vision fades
There's a thread from my head to the floor by my bed
That never goes away when you're sick until you pass away
I'd give it all to turn back time
To when this body felt like mine
And I wouldn't fear that staying here
Could break the heart of someone dear
But now it's always on my mind
You know it
You know that
Tears go stale in a hospital bed
Wear them out until you're dead
Tears stale in a hospital bed
A new start or a tragic end?
My prize
A catastrophic life
I couldn't leave behind if I tried
It's my call
I command it all
From where you rest your head
While the rain rolls off
My words like a firing squad
On every caustic thought that would've played us off
This won't be my forever
Written by: Anthony Rotolico, Harold Griffin, Joseph Chiaramonte, Sal Argento, Stephen Spanos
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