Music: The President
Producer: The President
This is me
Hell, I don't know where it went wrong
I was chewed out spitting blood
Guess I was holding on to dust
Can we wait for this feeling to pass?
It's like a drug feeding me in the dark
We're on the run from the King of Terrors
Just look away there's no need to scare us
We all choose to find hope
Because hope is choosing to find meaning
In a meaningless world
Oh, Father
I can't hear You yet
I want to feel You near
It's suffocating
Scare them
Scare them
Scare them
Make them worship
I'm a fool
A sucker for a fantasy
You'rΠ΅ a fable I could love
HeavΠ΅n sent from up above
Can we wait for this feeling to pass?
It's like a drug feeding me in the dark
We're on the run from the King of Terrors
Just look away there's no need to scare us
Oh, Father
I can't hear You yet
I want to feel You near
It's suffocating
Scare them
Scare them
Scare them
Make them worship
Who is Christ Jesus
He is the true lamb of sacrifice
Father
Oh, Father
I can't hear You yet
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Mixing Engineer: Zakk Cervini