Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Niemela
Travis Niemela
Guitar
Olivia Shirley
Olivia Shirley
Electric Bass Guitar
Chance Shirley
Chance Shirley
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Niemela
Travis Niemela
Songwriter
Olivia Shirley
Olivia Shirley
Songwriter
Chance Shirley
Chance Shirley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cody Leavitt
Cody Leavitt
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Smack dab in the middle
With a gun pointed to my head
Your insults were trivial
But you loved every word that you said
You gave it all away
You'll never know what's in my head
You can have it all
But you'll be playing with the dead
You let it all go
With the motherfucking words that you said
With a bastard call
Now it's time to raise the
It faded all away
When you cut my hand it bled
You love the lie
It's all in what you said
You want it all
All the poison in your head
You'll get your call
Now it's time to raise the dead
You gave it all away
You'll never know what's in my head
You can have it all
But you'll be playing with the dead
You let it all go
With the motherfucking words that you said
With a bastard call
Now it's time to raise the
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Written by: Chance Shirley, Olivia Shirley, Travis Niemela
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