Dean Tartaglia // Guitar & Vocals
Zach Ruetz // Bass & Vocals
Steven Warstler // Drums
Producer // Mat Kerekes
Mixed & Mastered // Zach Shipps
Tracked at Sixtyten in Toledo, OH
Management // Andrew Jarrin & Cody Grup at Royal Division Entertainment
A&R // Johnny Minardi & Dan Sandshaw at Equal Vision Records
I'm coming back home, everybody knows I'm starting over.
Everybody knows from your tongue down to your toes, you made a mistake.
Just go to sleep because your eyes can't stay awake.
Is this what you expected? Are you gonna put me in my place?
I'm the sensible one, you're the one who's in charge.
We're not living large.
When I go right you go left, and when I run the extra mile you've got nothing left in your chest.
Track Name: Pit of My Stomach
PIT OF MY STOMACH //
When I get knocked down and they turn it around, I've got a feeling in the pit of my stomach.
And they won't stop now cause they're bringing me down, I've got a feeling in the pit of my stomach.
And they found me out in the midst of the crowd, I've got a feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Who am I to understand?
When it finally came they all said it was tame, but I felt the tremors from the base to the summit.
And then they took my name, there was no one to blame, I didn't know if I should end or become it.
But now I'm up above it all, I saw a message written clearly in the stars.
I've got a feeling in the pit of my stomach
Track Name: New Heights
NEW HEIGHTS //
New heights, I've come around. I look back cause I was never there.
Sit tight as the comet falls.
You live life like you were never born.
You and I just can't agree, of a similar pedigree, but there's always a lapse in sound.
Common ground, well it was never there. You are the end of me
I look back cause I was never there. I look back because I never will be.
Track Name: I Will Not Survive This
I WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS //
Standing out loud, facing the crowd, they're staring us down.
Don't make a sound, just turn it up loud, with your head in the clouds we're breaking this down.
So predictable, unrelatable now.
Standards are low, reason should show, you've taken the gold but there's nowhere to go.
Don't give it out, don't give in now.
If it makes them proud then you make yourself a vow;
You will not give into power
You won't waste your wishing hour
You've had it all, but now you're sour.
You're so predictable.