Joseph Marrett - Bass
Ryan Connelly - Drums, Percussion
Nicholas Ward - Piano
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Guitars, Lead Vocals, Samples

No one gets plastic surgery in a folk song
But the night is still young
Operators are standing by
Ready to shake and assist you

So, glue your wings back on, my dear
There's a 404 error where the moon used to be, oh!
I've done the back-of-the-napkin math.
Don't laugh, plan is so crazy that it just might work out:

Breaking into heaven while everyone is asleep
With a loose plan to steal eternity
But you know I'm gonna need my team
So let's round up the team

There must be a word for the absence we can all sense:
That final feeling of *maybe it could all work out*
But now there's dissonance in the data
With angels renting out their halos

So accustomed to mainlining chaos
We better get our asses to this séance
The spirit board spellin' out "hey, hun"
Well, we were wired for power but not on the grid
And that's how it began, this is how it begins

Can you feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
We were wired for power but not on the grid
You have no idea the shit you're in
Can you feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?
Feel the modern loss?