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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Lead Vocals
Devin Sola
Devin Sola
Bass
Josh Balz
Josh Balz
Keyboards
Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Hane
Tom Hane
Drums
Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Songwriter
Richard Olson
Richard Olson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Producer
Jeff Dunne
Jeff Dunne
Editing Engineer
John Loustou
John Loustou
Drum Technician
Samon Rajabnik
Samon Rajabnik
Drum Technician
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Engineer
Josh Strock
Josh Strock
Engineer
WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
Producer

Lyrics

I've watched the whole world drowning in chemicals Dissociative, but it takes its toll Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust? Depreciating, collecting dust And I fear for myself as I fall away In a cold deluded sense of fate When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in Will the fever break, or will I burn from within? It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I more than the pen that wrote the past Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass? Will I live again, or will I fade to black? Dehumanizing, when the heart attacks Will I expire before my dreams unfold? But if the future's so bright, the path should glow As the walls melt And the light fades I'm letting quicksand take me As the walls melt And the light fades I'm letting quicksand take me It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I more than the pen that wrote the past Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass? If you look beyond the blindfold You'll find the hole in my soul One fear, one mind, no hope, no time If you look beyond the blindfold You'll find the hole in my soul I'm on the edge of my seat Holding out for a sign Trying to rewrite the storyline It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I more than the pen that wrote the past Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass? It's too late to feel, I've lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I just the pen that wrote the past Or am I just the sand enslaved by the hourglass? Fear is not my fate
Writer(s): Chris Cerulli, Richard Olson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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