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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Composer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Composer
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Producer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Recording Engineer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Good Evening, it would be uncivilized to bring you this presentation without fair warning You are about to discover the world of horror Look no further than one's own mind To find the very place where demons, even monsters hide If you wish to vacate the premises please do so now Well then, you've been warned I don't have the heart to hurt you I don't have a heart at all Don't you let your feelings steer you Steer you straight into the wall If you're still here by tomorrow I'll forget about your past She said hold me like the first day I said fuck me like the last Cause you know I'm gon' Die alone, die, die alone (Possibly) Die alone, die, die alone (Probably) Die alone, die, die alone (Possibly) Die alone, die, die alone I stayed away for days and months Till the pain was numb You see, I became the one I had to save you from Everybody wanna tell you what you can't become But wait, even the Devil was an angel once I ain't the one, del toro with a loaded gun Fear and loathing in the Vegas sun, like it's '71 You said I'm better when I'm sober but that's when we conflicted I was never sober around you, couldn't see the difference I told her maybe I'm just mad at myself I think thats why I love everything that's bad for my health Why am I dying to see Heaven when I was happy with Hell Somebody take this pack of shells and put em' back on the shelf (I mean) Insomnia turn me into a zombie I'm coming for all the moment they rob me of Now it's obvious, since you made it a hobby of watching us I be popping up, and copping all my ops binoculars like its the opera ugh! I don't have the heart to hurt you I don't have a heart at all Don't you let your feelings steer you Steer you straight into the wall Cause you know I'm gon' Die alone, die, die alone (Possibly) Die alone, die, die alone (Probably) Die alone, die, die alone (Possibly) Die alone, die, die alone
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Ahmad Balshe, Jason Quenneville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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