Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louis Sabba
Guitar
Tasman Cioppa
Drums
Matthew Diguiseppe
Bass Guitar
Julian Worden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Louis Sabba
Songwriter
Tasman Cioppa
Songwriter
Julian Worden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobromir Vasilev
Mixing Engineer
Michael Kalajian
Mastering Engineer
Julian Worden
Recording Engineer
Daniel Iucci
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Spiraling into this
The mouth of the abyss
It's got you on its tongue
An aggressiveness you can't resist
I try to escape
But it only persists
They're coming they're coming they're closer now
Grab your wives and your children
Get them out
Swim underwater now that you got her wait
They'll only follow you somehow
Make it down to the twilight
And let it have your brains
Give it salt and pepper to make it better
I swear you're not insane
I swear that you're not insane
Why can't we
Escape this feeding frenzy
This must be hell on earth
Next thing we know
They'll give birth
To false ideals and ludicrous stories
They'll teach 'em at the schools in which the children are learning
We'll beg
We'll plead
But they'll never concede
No
They're coming they're coming they're closer now
Grab your wives and your children
Get them out
Swim underwater now that you got her wait
They'll only follow you somehow
Make it down to the twilight
And let it have your brains
Give it salt and pepper to make it better
I swear you're not insane
I swear that you're not insane
No
Writer(s): Julian Worden
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