Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ryan Nealon
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Ryan Nealon
Songwriter:in
Matt Romagna
Songwriter:in
Bret Paddock
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Matt Romagna
Produzent:in
Bret Paddock
Produzent:in
Lyrics
The golden age is over, falling to its knees
Still waking up from the American dream
Now that I'm sober, I lost my relief
The older I get, the better I see
We're all chasing relics of history
Stars burned out in time
I'm a pariah in a big city
With fake ass messiahs asking for pity
We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads
It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
Take all the colors, paint them black and white
Close all the blinds so you can't see the light
We're overstimulated, medicated
What the hell have we created?
Praising our Gods when they can't fucking save us
I'm a pariah in a big city
With fake ass messiahs asking for pity
We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads
It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (oh)
Modern-day sickness (oh)
We're all chasing dreams that are make believe
'Til the day we die
I'm a pariah in a big city
With fake ass messiahs asking for pity
We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads
It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness
I'm a pariah in a big city
With fake ass messiahs asking for pity (asking for pity)
We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads
It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (ooh, ooh)
It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness
Writer(s): Matthew M Romagna, Ryan Nealon, Bret Paddock
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