We get routinely concussed in this world
So many acts that defy all logic
Painful memories pulled from healing wounds
No time to heal before the next assault
In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
We get routinely concussed in this world
Witness betrayals to the inner self
Taking liberties to maintain the status quo
No room to breathe with all this entertainment
In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
Remind you to keep you here
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
Tell me everything
Remind you of something
We get routinely concussed in this world
Wearing our personas like a gown
Stealing from ourselves in order to feel comfort
Pull the mirror from the wall to avoid it all
In as many words as you can muster
Tell me everything that makes you want to jump
From this world to the next
And I’ll remind you of something to keep you here
Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Vocals
Micah Robinson - Guitar
John Makarewicz - Drums
Carl Cunningham - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Backing Vocals