SUCKAPUNCH

I'm getting visions of new beginnings
Don't think you fit in
Hurts to admit it at last
I'm free from my past

We're in the same room but stand on different sides
You could lose your mind
Trying to understand mine
It's a sign of the times (times)

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind

I'm getting visions, I'm pessimistic
Call it nihilistic, but really what is the point
In making any noise?

Want to look forward but I'm so tortured
I'm feeling nauseous
I'm just a passenger of someone else's good times

But I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind

Oh, something I could never say
Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face?
A suckapunch I can take
I wasn't born yesterday
A bloodsport but I'm a saint
It's time to consider there are no winners
I'm getting visions and you're not fitting in

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from, I rise from

I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from, I rise from

I rise from, I rise from
I rise from the wreckage that you left behind
I rise from, I rise from
I rise from, I rise from

Oh, something I could never say
Why you gotta make it feel this way by lying to my face?
A suckapunch I can take
I wasn't born yesterday
A bloodsport but I'm a saint
It's time to consider there are no winners
I'm getting visions, I'm getting visions
I'm getting visions, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Emery, Jim Irvin, Christopher James Miller, Josh James Alphonse Franceschi, Max Michael Helyer, Daniel David Flint, Matthew James Barnes
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