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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Caleb Shomo
Caleb Shomo
Vocals
Connor Denis
Connor Denis
Drums
Oshie Bichar
Oshie Bichar
Bass
Will Deely
Will Deely
Guitar
Zach Huston
Zach Huston
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Caleb Shomo
Caleb Shomo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Caleb Shomo
Caleb Shomo
Producer
James Musshorn
James Musshorn
Additional Engineer
Oshie Bichar
Oshie Bichar
Additional Producer

Lyrics

Killing my time in the dark inside
It's a race to death for me
Try and unwind while I lose my mind
I got no place to be
The cold winds blowing
The lights not showing
Excuses piling up
I can't keep running
The end is coming
I think I need some I think I need some
Sunshine that would finally show
I might die if I stay in this cold
And I finally admit it
I gotta be committed
To let this story unfold
I hear angels calling my name and I better listen before I implode
I don't care for a minute
If no one's gonna get it
Let's try selling our souls
Let's try selling our souls
Let's try selling our souls
Living in filth
Can't look at myself cause I know what I'm gonna see The spirit I lost
The years it cost
The reasons I'm scared to sleep
The room is spinning
The clock keeps ticking
I've finally had enough
I can't keep running
The end is coming
I think I need some I think I need some
The end is coming
The end is coming
The end is coming
I can't keep running
The end is coming
Written by: Caleb Shomo
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