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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Walker
Rick Walker
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Walker
Rick Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Walker
Rick Walker
Recording Engineer
Ryan Hall
Ryan Hall
Producer

Lyrics

Pass through the trees and watch the bodies fall
This was never my intention
But these birds of a feather rotting together
They got me like
On touch, they wilt and wither
A dying cinder
A reflexive echo
Such a visceral reaction
Awaiting the action
But now there's blood in the air and it tastes like murder
I'm rising up - you're shifting down
You fall, I feast
Displacer beast
Take another spin on the wheel, show the rabbit what it's won
Got a hand on the trigger, a mind to deliver and no fucks to speak of
Complete evisceration; haruspex yourself
See only one way left for this to end
I'm rising up - you're shifting down
You fall, I feast
Displacer beast
Trespassers in the jungle
And comets in the sky
And as bodies fill the temple
I rip, I rend, I set an example
Oh to think what madness I can burrow in the mind of man
Written by: Rick Walker
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