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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fanfarlo
Fanfarlo
Performer
Linnea Weiss
Linnea Weiss
Cello
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Lucas
Chris Lucas
Songwriter
L. Beckenham
L. Beckenham
Songwriter
L. Finch
L. Finch
Songwriter
M. West
M. West
Songwriter
Memon
Memon
Songwriter
S. Balthazar
S. Balthazar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fanfarlo
Fanfarlo
Producer
S. Balthazar
S. Balthazar
Recording Engineer
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Greg Giorgio
Greg Giorgio
Recording Engineer
Paul Jones
Paul Jones
Recording Engineer
Simon Trought
Simon Trought
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They swallowed it whole
They went for the gold, for the gold
We fall for the same lies
We all have the same shoes to fill
[Verse 2]
The preachers and books
Of your empire will fight here alone
Some day they will be forgotten
And die one by one
[Verse 3]
The walls, the walls are comin' down
The here and now is comin' round
It will someday let you down
The ships, the ships are comin' in
The great ideas are wearing thin
And there is nothing left to do
[Verse 4]
For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go
Your books write themselves
They line up in row after row
[Verse 5]
The walls, the walls are comin' down
The here and now is comin' 'round
It will someday let you down
The ships, the ships are comin' in
The great ideas are wearing thin
And there is nothing left to do
[Verse 6]
The walls, the walls are comin' down
The here and now is comin' round
It will someday let you down
The ships, the ships are comin' in
The great ideas are wearing thin
And there is nothing left to do
Written by: Chris Lucas, Justin Finch, L. Beckenham, L. Finch, LUCAS CATHERINE, M. West, Memon, S. Balthazar, Simon Aurell
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