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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sacri Monti
Sacri Monti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brenden Dellar
Brenden Dellar
Composer
Dylan Donovan
Dylan Donovan
Composer
Anthony Meier
Anthony Meier
Composer
Evan Wenskay
Evan Wenskay
Composer
Thomas Dibenedetto
Thomas Dibenedetto
Composer

Lyrics

Take my hand, drag me down, throw me in a grave Grab my soul, rip it up, blast it into space Standing around, wasting my time, look at your talking machine, Think it'll be better but butter ain't there, you got a hold on me, And I know, yes, now I know And I know, yes, now I know Staggered in lies and false faiths You carry your head so high, If I could picture your pretty face, without a whimper or lie, I could be a better man, not hung up on lying like you, Under your lip lies all your fears, standing in front of my view And I know, yes, now I know And I know, yes, now I know And tomorrow I'll be prowling around, like a wolf and a hen Tomorrow I'll be prowling around, like a wolf and a hen Wrapped it around in the blood and the mud Looking for what I can. Make one tomorrow I'll be crawling around, like a wolf and a hen Make one tomorrow I'll be crawling around, like a wolf and a hen Wrapped it around in the blood and the mud Looking for what I can
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