Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Atlas Genius
Performer
Frederik Thaae
Guitar
Keith William Hamilton Jeffery
Bass
Michael Jeffery
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederik Thaae
Songwriter
Keith William Hamilton Jeffery
Songwriter
Michael Jeffery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atlas Genius
Producer
Frederik Thaae
Producer
Dylan Morgan
Assistant Engineer
Mike Duncan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Maury
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Lies that imply the space
We will be friends with the enemies
Lost in your sense of taste
Did you know you were next to me
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fake, how false we start
I'm stuck on this long island beach
We all making army for my enemies
A faint disarray of intention
And I'm a guest of your invention
What's the rest of this dance
Does the promise of this just ends
As we get what we can
Well there's too much within your head
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fake, how false we start
I'm stuck on this long island beach
We all making army for my enemies
Cut the lost, cut the time
I don't ask, behind your eyes
Shadow bonds can make a friend
(How I nest?), the shadow games
Labor days, wounded hearts
How we fake, how false we start
I'm stuck on this long island beach
We all making army for my enemies
Writer(s): Frederik Thaae, Michael Jeffery, Keith Jeffery
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