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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coheed and Cambria
Coheed and Cambria
Performer
Claudio Sanchez
Claudio Sanchez
Guitar
Travis Stever
Travis Stever
Guitar
Taylor Hawkins
Taylor Hawkins
Drums
Stevie Blacke
Stevie Blacke
Cello
Michael Todd
Michael Todd
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claudio Sanchez
Claudio Sanchez
Lyrics
Stevie Blacke
Stevie Blacke
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Coheed and Cambria
Coheed and Cambria
Co-Producer
Nick Raskulinecz
Nick Raskulinecz
Producer
Paul Figueroa
Paul Figueroa
Engineer
Zephyrus Sowers
Zephyrus Sowers
Assistant Engineer
Randy Staub
Randy Staub
Mixing Engineer
Zach Blackstone
Zach Blackstone
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Here, sleep at the bottom of hell Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale. Turned and as a coward you've learned Through sickness and health, there's only one, Now go and bite your tongue. You'll just say the worst of me, With a hope they'll understand. No, they know you're just a boy. So grow up and be a man. Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine Victims pay the price eventually The cost? Let's see... your life. You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. Young brother, you've got nothing to prove. Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel. This sincerest apologies, Won't write you out of this one. Tonight, you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite. Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore. A fear sleeps inside your stomach... It swells. A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch. For too long, this little baby has cried on. For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song Of a time we're glad is long gone. You'll just say the worst of me, With a hope they'll understand. No, they know you're just a boy. So grow up and be a man. Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine Victims pay the price eventually The cost? Let's see... your life. Life... You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid. Young brother, you've got nothing to prove. Mother superior, Come catch the rabbit, he runs. My how've you grown? You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam, Go fetch your gun. Your answer is in there, Just stare down the barrel. Your sincerest apologies, Won't write you out of this one. Tonight, you'll find the right In the pull of the trigger, now bite. Oh young fools, don't cry... not anymore. Don't cry, not anymore. When you're sick to the stomach just pull out the knife. Don't cry boy, not anymore.
Writer(s): Travis Stever, Claudio Sanchez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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