Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
81355
Performer
Sedcairn
Guitar
Dimitri Morris
Guitar
Sirius Blvck
Vocals
Oreo Jones
Vocals
Sharlene Birdsong
Bass
Patrick Okerson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Adamson
Songwriter
Nicolas Askren
Songwriter
Sean Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Riefler
Mastering Engineer
Sedcairn
Producer
Julia de Ruvo
Cover Art
Lyrics
This series of events has been unfortunate, of course it is.
Hold on to your seat they only folding like contortionists.
Metamorphosis then right before your eyes the coordinates.
Run with the distortion bumping Korn up in the orphanage.
Feel inspired lately out a deep depression. Me and OJ Lethal Weapon with decompression.
Me and Dray had to beat Japetto to meet the devil.
Gravel rocks under blackened pots, just to heat the kettle.
Raised to believe if we don't feed the belly of the beast then its gonna eat us.
Where’s that leave us, single file where’d that leave us.
I never pledge allegiance, jenga pieces/fallen leaders.
Man I still got hell to pay in a different season. What's the reason?
Russian Roulette with the Matador, atta boy. Never had a choice.
Couldn’t drown me out when I saw I had a voice.
Acting like a boy when confronted by what you can't avoid.
Never Ending Story recycling as I Enter The Void.
Clap your hands, make some noise.
Chasing down the back of a sunrise
And We’ve been up all night
You know we’re never really here for a long time
It’s only for the rest of your life.
This Champagne is glorious cheap and I want more of it
Its okay to drink it even if you aren’t victorious
Laid back like notorious searching for euphoria looking for adventure when the moon in sagittarius
I know everything we dream it seem to always come in phases
Every conversation with my sister I learn patience
Every single breath and every step I know I made it with the greatest of intentions until every light has faded.
Coffee, tears, and the outfits always drippin’
Out of all of us out the group who Pippen?
Hidden message playing on the radio they tellin me which way to go it’s hard to tell if I'm just really trippin
I strum my guitar I sing to the stars ask my closest friends they’ll tell you I’ve come very far
Aint yall **** tired of always tryna raise the bar?
Jesus take the wheel but I can’t seem to find my car, In the parking lot dancing.
I was crawling my way outta the basement
Cigarette smoke in my eyes
We were staring at a face in the mountains
Tell me what you see in the light
Written by: David Adamson, Nicolas Askren, Sean Smith