Alexander Fichera - vocals, electric guitar
Sam Ansa - electric guitar
Neil Mancuso - bass guitar
Zach Babat - drums
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Make a memory, hold onto it
Or it might flow into the breeze
We’re moving backwards, I feel the rage
Fill your cup fill your magazine
Roll the paper, burn the news
And forget about everything
Funny feelings inside your skull
Presented by electricity
Vibrant colors fade when the walls crash down
Paint by numbers or fall out of time to the ground
I don’t wanna wait for the world to restart
We might fade, but we won’t fall apart
Staunch indifference about the issues
Doesn’t matter what you think they are
A monumental, menial headline bares it’s head like it’s an albatross
Redundant discourse, ugly discord
Drowning out the harmony
The funny feelings will catch up to you,
Until you truly feel diseased
Vibrant colors fade when the walls crash down
Paint by numbers or fall out of time to the ground
I don’t wanna wait for the world to restart
We might fade, but we won’t fall apart
I’m already gone, what are you searching for?
Look what came back and washed along the shore
I felt like screaming when I realized
There’s so much more than what I thought there was
Vibrant colors fade when the walls crash down
Paint by numbers or fall out of time to the ground
I don’t wanna wait for the world to restart
We might fade, but we won’t fall apart
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