Joseph Marrett - Bass
Brian Rutledge - Synthesizer
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Electric Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals

Now that you've settled for everything you never wanted
You stay indoors all year in a prison you concocted
I'm on the pavement getting my clock cleaned every single night
Cuz time is tight

I'm coming over
To meet my maker
He's actually a nice guy
Once you let him relax
You'll receive no notice
That I'm coming up roses
It's actually best if you assume
That I'm the fool
Cuz Failure's my fuel

You get in your own way like a shadow boxing champion
You stay in touch with some but you have no idea what's happening
If you never risk the fall, you'll never take the leap
And though that's cliché, I say it anyway

So let's go get humbled
Where the dangers are doubled
The rewards barely
Matching one tenth of what we had to put in
Can't rest on my laurels
Ain't nobody immortal
And you know I'm not motivated by fame, fortune, power, or jewels
No, failure's my fuel