Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Smith
Robbie Smith
Vocals
Danny Rankin
Danny Rankin
Guitar
Ryan Madden
Ryan Madden
Guitar
Andrew Fritter
Andrew Fritter
Electric Bass Guitar
Chris Fritter
Chris Fritter
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Smith
Robbie Smith
Songwriter
Danny Rankin
Danny Rankin
Songwriter
Ryan Madden
Ryan Madden
Songwriter
Andrew Fritter
Andrew Fritter
Songwriter
Chris Fritter
Chris Fritter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Pura
Sam Pura
Producer
Aaron Calvillo
Aaron Calvillo
Engineer
Theresa Brown
Theresa Brown
Engineer

Lyrics

Wait
Wait a minute
Constant dissection
Of conscious reflection
Has led you to act in
Imagined attractions
And it’s not lookin good
It’s not looking good
It’s when you started hopin’
That’s when you gave up
When it all became so overwhelming
So absolutely fucked
When your heart stopped singing
And your brain stays home
Face in a pillow and ear on a dead phone
Maybe there’s a reason
We suffer endlessly
Maybe there’s a god up there
Testing all his sheep
Or maybe god’s a sadist
Who loves his juicy meats
O’ maybe there is nothing there
There is nothing there
And nothings fair
I know you want a happy ending
No one. Wants. To. Die pretending
Maybe we live in hell
Cursed to burn and reason
Maybe I'm a pile of shit who thinks it is a human
The sun rises each day
A reminder I am nothing
An insignificant pile of skin
In a pained brain neverending
Written by: Andrew Fritter, Chris Fritter, Danny Rankin, Robbie Smith, Ryan Madden
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