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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Searle
Drums
Adam Christianson
Electric Guitar
Antonia Kesel
Violin
Will Harvey
Violin
Edward Bale
Viola
Tim Lowes
Cello
Alex Verster
Double Bass
Choir Noir
Vocals
Patrick J Pearson
Piano
Tristan Button
Trumpet
Nicholai Andersen
Trumpet
Anders Farstad
Trumpet
Susanne Skou
Horn
Jari Kamsula
Horn
Ignacio Montero Requena
Horn
Palle Schou Nielsen
Horn
Marek Stolarczyk
Trombone
Fabrice Godin
Trombone
Jens Vind
Trombone
Alex Ali Dean
Keyboards
Josh Middleton
Electric Guitar
Sam Carter (Architects)
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Searle
Songwriter
Adam Christianson
Songwriter
Alex Ali Dean
Songwriter
Josh Middleton
Songwriter
Sam Carter (Architects)
Songwriter
Simon Dobson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Searle
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Pete Miles
Engineer
Adam Getgood
Engineer
Joachim Hejslet
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Josh Middleton
Co-Producer
Lyrics
There's a rose that blooms through the cracks in the concrete
Staining the prison floor
There's a pilgrimage waiting sat at the doorstep
Rotting beneath the sun
When there's nowhere left to hide, we'll be searching for a shortcut
Ire and denial are as thick as thieves
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
Tell me how to coexist when a fraction only wants war
Hopelessly in love with our gritted teeth
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, I forgot to breathe, and look who's on the throne now
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
So we fall to our knees and beg for reprieve
But it's almost time for the curtain call
The apostles will sing and lead us from sin
But they hold all of our bones in their hands
We all swim against the tide until it puts us on the back foot
Nothing's ever tasted half as good as grief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
'Cause I'm staring at a fist, and it's asking if I want more
Clarity will visit, but it's only brief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Joshua Middleton, Adam Michael Christianson, Sam Carter
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