Composer: Stephen Brodsky, Adam McGrath, Caleb Scofield, J.R. Connors
Lyrics
Something is slowing me down.
It makes its way through my arms,
through these fatigued worn fingers
in fury-fevered lashings of claw.
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
to emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
into the chill of all words.
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment,
to watch him plagued in thought for all of our years.
In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards.
A sparkle of vain mockery,
in these pained attempts of self-alleviation
to convert from the monster.
ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY