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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kyle Blessing
Kyle Blessing
Vocals
Edward Flammond
Edward Flammond
Background Vocals
Wyatt Fenner
Wyatt Fenner
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle Blessing
Kyle Blessing
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Blessing
Kyle Blessing
Producer
Edward Flammond
Edward Flammond
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Needles, pills, amphetamines
The ones my age numb themselves with things like these
New lost generation hundred years removed
I think Ernest might have known what I mean
Urban diaspora fling my kin to the wind
Find myself in these hills of the west
Unholy war there are no heroes anymore
And I submit that mother never knew best
All the old dreams are dead
Yeah I think that's what she said
Though I admit I could barely hear through the screams
Michigan is burning, teach me all that needs unlearning
Who can tell me now what a simple thing means
New dead forest under full moon
Blackened trees and the smell of disease
Paranoia settles in as I sink into a sin
Wonder has it come time to leave
Love me now don't leave me later
Oh darlin as if I ever could
I was a stranger there, still I am stranger here
Should have known it'd never come to no good
All the old dreams are dead
Yeah I think that's what she said
Though I admit I could barely hear through the screams
Michigan is burning, teach me all that needs unlearning
Who can tell me now what a simple thing means
Written by: Kyle Blessing
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