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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Drums
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Performer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Producer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Producer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Producer
Kris Crummet
Kris Crummet
Recording Engineer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Producer
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Producer

Lyrics

Squawk, seven-five Zero, zero mane World in a barrel dripping some blood Three dead riders Gripping the reigns of saturn In the last plastic cup Couldn't make me into a hero Couldn't turn me into a coward Whatever history that you wrote Blew away in the wind on your way down From your ivory tower Your words lost their power You can aim down fire We'll be down here living how we want Never coming back, never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver Never coming back, never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver You always see right through me When I am lost and out of place You always watch me stumble down While you wait for me to drown Of all the ways I've given in I can't believe it's not enough To satisfy my endless search for any form of love So I will stay my course until you break my wrists Do everything you can to keep me silent You wanna start a war with all that I stand for You always see right through my, my masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane I feel like I'm gonna stay I feel like I'm gonna change I feel like I'm gonna stay Never coming back, never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver Never coming back, never coming back Run into a smack with a hand to deliver You always see right through me When I am lost and out of place You always watch me stumble down While you wait for me to drown You always see right through my, my masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane All of the handsome fiction will melt away And when the flame burns brighter, evaporate You always see right through my, my masquerade I know there's nowhere to hide, I'm cellophane All of the fabrications will melt away And when the flame burns hotter Oh, you should have listened to your friends (Step back, let go, step back, let go) You would have been over this by now (I believe there's meaning, no, I believe there's nothing) (I believe there's meaning, no, I believe there's nothing) Over this by now (Step back, let go, step back, let go) I'm found (Who drains the blood from my head? I do, I do) (Who accepts me as I am? I do, I do) What excuses do you make? (Repeat, repeat) We own the night (Repeat, repeat) (Repeat, repeat our history) For one good note Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for Well, don't it feel good? You got what you paid for
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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