Produced by Echo Finch
Lyrics and vocals by Adam and the Flood
Mixed by Mark "Exit" Goodchild
Mastered by Tobe Donohue
lyrics
We are pilgrims minus the ocean
No kingdom to flee no golden road chosen
Looking for brighter ways
To navigate the maze
And dance our way through
The latest craze
Cold shoulders under heat lamps
Live wires pulsing with the amps
Fighting through years of let downs
Stress cracks the foundation
You’re a god in a small town
Addicted to the rush of salvation
You’re a god in a small town
Addicted to the rush of salvation
You're your own worst enemy
Black and white memory
Graffiti on the tapestry
Hollowed out legacy
I don’t need to explain why I’m lost in my veins
Looking for the heart to run the body and brain
We complain when it’s to simple
We complain when it's violence
Trying to make martyrs out of molehills out of misery
And pay our pennies to tyrants
Alll night I’ve been running away from my dreams
Looking to vanish in a smoke screen
I’ve been seeing the same thing
Fossils masquerading under human skin
Fighting over scraps thrown out by them
Losing a battle for nothing cause they never learned to ride on the wind
Someday the clock stops and you become a legend
Buried under grass with your sisters and your brethren
And this is all for what?
Tell me what we sacrificed to turn it up
And this is all for what?
Tell me what we sacrificed to turn it up
Through and through i seek
To ruin the abusers of the truth
Armed with only a pen to rip a hole in the roof
I'm an agent of my own recovery
I'm an agent of my own recovery