Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Lynge
Guitar
Ryan Kirby
Lead Vocals
Daniel Gailey
Lead Guitar
Trey Celaya
Drums
Ryan "Tuck" O'Leary
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Lynge
Songwriter
Ryan Kirby
Songwriter
Drew Fulk
Songwriter
Daniel Gailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WZRD BLD
Producer
Daniel Gailey
Engineer
Drew Fulk
Producer
Jeff Dunne
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
This is the hell we create
They go for the throat and take away everything
No mercy for the ones who break their backs
Weak conviction, fragile sovereignty
No hope, bloodshed
Into the fissure
Looking for light down a loaded barrel
Our ending hours are knocking down our door
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
We're throwing fuel onto the fire that's cremating the remains
Of all dreams that gave us meaning, pulled us through another day
Rip the rug out from the people that are hurting just to relish
In the screaming, in the carnage, in their undeserved pain
The age of hope is slipping away, yeah
The roar of silence is deafening
Running straight into the end, eradication
No more reason to pretend that we can save us
We're dying casually, poisoned by apathy
No one is safe, this is the hell we create
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
An empty conquest
We're burning down at both ends
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
No one is safe (no one is safe)
This is the hell we create (this is the hell we create)
Writer(s): Andrew Fulk, Ryan Kirby, Robert Lynge, Daniel Gailey
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