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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pearl Handled Revolver
Pearl Handled Revolver
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew David Paris
Andrew David Paris
Songwriter
Christopher Thatcher
Christopher Thatcher
Songwriter
Lee Stephen Vernon
Lee Stephen Vernon
Songwriter
Simon Stefano Rinaldo
Simon Stefano Rinaldo
Songwriter
Lucas Russell Rinaldo
Lucas Russell Rinaldo
Songwriter

Lyrics

As we watch flames rise from a body that has,
No shame, no name.
Camera shutters fan this tattooed man,
And the question still remains…
That’s more than just a heartache,
Feeling disconnected
So I traced my steps back down to the river, we were
Naked and free.
As our lives gained pace, we were laid to waste
Feeling love just a memory.
Ain’t nothing but a heartache,
We are disconnected.
Space invaders,
Getting ready to explode…
The utopian seed has bloomed into chaos as we,
High five Wi-Fi
But we can’t have missed they’re trading our happiness
Right before our eyes.
Now if it’s human contact that you lack,
To know you got a friend whose got your back.
You’re in a queue, how does that make you feel?
‘Cause it’s nothing but a heartache.
We’re all disconnected.
Space invaders…
Nothing but a heartache,
We’re all disconnected
Space invaders
Getting ready to explode…
We are gods but for the wisdom,
Children with a gun.
Plugged into a system
That keeps us deaf and dumb
Gods but for the wisdom
Shadows of the sun
Blinded by the power,
How easy we succumb.
                                        Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!
                                        Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!
Ain’t nothing but a heartache,
We are disconnected.
Space invaders,
Getting ready….
Written by: Andrew David Paris, Christopher Thatcher, Lee Stephen Vernon, Lucas Russell Rinaldo, Simon Stefano Rinaldo
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