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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Hajjar
Tony Hajjar
Drums
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Guitar
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Lead Vocals
Jim Ward
Jim Ward
Vocals
Paul Hinojos
Paul Hinojos
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Songwriter
Jim Ward
Jim Ward
Songwriter
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Songwriter
Paul Hinojos
Paul Hinojos
Songwriter
Tony Hajjar
Tony Hajjar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Chuck Johnson
Chuck Johnson
Engineer
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Bosley
Kevin Bosley
Assistant Engineer
Zak Girdis
Zak Girdis
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We sample from the shelves
Tore a page out from this chapter
Deface the essays in the book that you're reading
We are the leaches that stop the bleeding
Deficit attention program
By any means necessary
Blare sirens to the library
Whisper instructions to the book worm glossary
[Verse 2]
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
[Verse 3]
Aeronautics hacked
The spine of the paragraph
Prepare to indent, a coma that read
Floating in a sound proof costume
Here comes the monolith
Or brass knuckles for the hissy fit
An abbreviation for the landing of fleets
In-in-in-incoming
[Verse 4]
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
[Verse 5]
To die, to die, to die, to die alone
To die, to die, to die, to die alone
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
Permission was hinted, lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
To die, to die, to die, to die alone
To die, to die, to die, to die alone
[Verse 6]
Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?)
Is it heavier than air?
Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?)
Is it heavier than air?
Come on, run, c-c-c-c-come on, come on right now
[Verse 7]
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
Permission was hinted, lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
(Am I supposed to die alone?)
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
Written by: At the Drive-In, Cedric Bixler, HAJJAR, ANTOINE, HINOJOS, PAUL, RODRIGUEZ, OMAR ALFREDO, WARD, JAMES DAVID
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