Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Conner Christensen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grey Eric Sorenson
Songwriter
Austin Blaine Heath
Songwriter
Michael Paul Mervine
Songwriter
Tyler Baker Craig
Songwriter
Conner Christensen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Blaine Heath
Video Producer
Clayton Blue
Producer
Lyrics
In your place of worship find
Your self just a little worse off
The air is stagnant and smells of hope
That the ceiling fan stirs the human soup
And it tastes like the worshiper's fate
And it feels like the worshiper's breath
On the back of your neck like the reaper
Who whispers the grim part is death tastes much sweeter
Sweeter
Sweeter
It's the taste of fear
Not fit to beast while the bodies wait
Not meant to rest til the rest are sure
Passed out the past was a better tense
Back then, clear back when your back was
Turned to the beast while your body waits
Turns out the rest were just taking turns
Right now feels just like it did and it's
Not fair
It's not fair
But nothing is
And the pills that you took worked great
Now the pill that you take tastes fine
But there's something about the way
It gets stuck in your throat that reminds you of why
And it feels like a real pill would
But it tastes like a sugar pill might
In the back of your mind do you know
If this is real life
Are you the placebo
Please just let there be light already
Light
Already right here
And so it was
Please don't let it get dark already
Dark
Already dark
Ness wasn't it
Sweeter, Sweeter
Ask yourself why you're by yourself and its sweeter
Not fit to beast while the bodies wait
Not meant to rest til the rest are sure
Passed out the past was a better tense
Back then, clear back when your back was
Turned to the beast while your body waits
Turns out the rest were just taking turns
Right now feels just like it did and it's
Not fair
It's not fair
But nothing is
Wait
Home is just a place. doors open
Wait
You don't have to go
You don't have to
Wait
Home is just a place the hard is
Wait
Make yourself at home but don't make me
Take what you want from me
Take what you think you need
Home was just a door that you closed
You don't have to go but you can't stay here
Too hard to stick to the rules
Can't be alone and you won't go away
If this is wrong just do it
Appreciate the while it was
If this is right we'll knew it
If this was good we'll wish we would
Felt like the best part was being empty
Felt like it meant nothing at all
Right now feels just like it did
But it's
Fair enough fair enough
Is it
Not fit to beast while the bodies wait
Not meant to rest til the rest are sure
Passed out the past was a better tense
Back then, clear back when your back was
Turned to the beast while your body waits
Turns out the rest were just taking turns
Right now feels just like it did and it's
Not fair
It's not fair
But nothing is
Writer(s): Grey Sorenson
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