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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Allen Weiche
Jason Allen Weiche
Vocals
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Drums
Stolas
Stolas
Performer
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Guitar
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Allen Weiche
Jason Allen Weiche
Songwriter
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Composer
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Composer
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Composer

Lyrics

The Elders would take turns, using sticks to draw in dirt change in weather patterns. You would wake us up. Wake me up. I can't believe what you say or what made you want to stay. I know there's a plague, and those moments often vague will haunt you. Is he coming back? A devil dressed in red, crawling on the floor just like he did before... Undeserving lack of sleep Any chance to have a dream. I'd like to be with them. Any chance to have a dream. If I made the change on the note you wrote, would it even count? Any chance to have a dream Tore a hole it's at the bottom of the bag. Now we watch it empty sand Smiling and laughing, my demons reacting. Please, take me instead. Does the light burn your skin? Is the sun blinding your eyes? Blood countess When the evening is ripe, all the mirrors will hide away. Blood countess I know there's a plague, and those moments often vague will haunt you. I would start the search, but tonight you won't wake up. Is he coming back? A devil dressed in red, crawling on the floor just like he did before. Undeserving lack of sleep Any chance to have a dream. I'd like to be with them. Any chance to have a dream. If I made the change on the note you wrote, would it even count? Any chance to have a dream Tore a hole it's at the bottom of the bag. Now we watch it empty sand
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