Vocals - Briana Strobele & Hayley Katarina
Vocals/Guitar - Jonah Amster
Guitar - David Colon-Margolies
Drums - David Tony
Violin - Scot Moore
Cello - Andrew Borkowski
Bass - Julian Sandor
Recorded, Mixed, Additional Percussion and Sounds recorded by Jonah Amster & Martin MacAlister
Mastered by Paul Leavitt
Recorded at the Avery/Blum recording studio at Bard College, Annandale On Hudson, NY
There's a world of hurt in store for you
Just come back home to see what you're missing
Your plans went south and there's nowhere left to hide the fires that you set
All of the innocence you've burned
We've had it up to here with you
There's no escape
This shouldn't come as a big surprise to you
We're cutting you off tonight
Together, we're taking down the sky
This place will look like a graveyard
(Good riddance to you, we're shipping off)
There is nothing left for us here
When I look around there's no one else to blame except myself
For enabling a thought of grandeur
And not thinking it would be hard to know
When we're in over our heads unable to fend
But unlike you, I've got heart, I've got soul
Call it I'm leaving for the last time
I don't care about your right or wrong just
Need an ocean behind me
And when it all falls apart, like it's accustomed to
It won't be anything new, we'll be better off than-
Keep your head out of the clouds if you know what is good for you
If not, keep on digging your own grave
You've finally reached the point of no return there's no escape, this shouldn't come as a big surprise for you
We're cutting you off tonight
We are rewriting the books and taking back what is ours
(This is it, you're done, you're through.)
We've done all that we can to make sure you're aware there's no one else to blame except yourself for abusing words of grandeur with a smile
And not knowing when you're in over your head, unable to fend for yourself
It's too bad you don't know what we mean when we say, I've got soul
Call it I'm leaving for the last time
I don't care about your right or wrong just need an ocean behind me
And when it all falls apart like it's accustomed to
It won't be anything new, we'll be better off than you
