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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Microwave
Microwave
Performer
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Lead Vocals
Tyler Hill
Tyler Hill
Bass Guitar
Timothy Pittard
Timothy Pittard
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Songwriter
Tyler Hill
Tyler Hill
Songwriter
Timothy Pittard
Timothy Pittard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Producer
Jeremy Ferguson
Jeremy Ferguson
Recording Engineer
Travis - Hill
Travis - Hill
Recording Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You missed your flight out to New York Now you're back here killing swallows And boarding up the doors Putting holes in every wall Spinning on in absolution 'Cause none of it's your fault Pray to your favorite constellation Press your candle to the flame Paint yourself into a corner With your bridges all ablaze Are you hearing voices now? Holding your breath until you pass out Still inside a burning house Still not sure whether to put it out Or to burn it down Pray to your favorite constellation Press your candle to the flame Paint yourself into a corner With your bridges all ablaze No one's safe Until you'rе somewhere far away No one's safe Until you're far away What's it like to be a martyr? (until you're far away) Or is it God you blame? (until you're far away) Are you looking for your new god? (until you're far away) Or do you learn from your mistakes?
Writer(s): Nathan Hardy, Timothy Pittard, Tyler Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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