Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johanna Rey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Styles
Composer
Rob Town
Composer
Leigh Clarke
Composer
Alec Greaves
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pete Styles
Producer
Lyrics
Gather round
Get down to my level
Give me your eyes
Ears and fears
The falsifier has the floor
For another decade or more
"Don't like it? Well we're here to stay
Make this all go to hell in a big way"
Brainwashed through the screens in our hands
The devil in a glass mask
Dodgy business
Dangled hooks
Trying to play fair with the crooks
Praising the ground they walk on
Absorbing all of the lies as gospel
Preachers hear the calling
Dig those hands in your pockets
"Privates jets don't pay for themselves
Give me money or you'll burn in hell"
Treat yourself to something nice
Vintage armband
Bath water of your dream wife
Something I don't need?
Singing from the same old hymn sheet
Get your fix
Scratch that itch
Feel the release
Ignore the odd twitch
Let that sickness sink in
Dodgy business
Dangled hooks
Trying to play fair with the crooks
Praising the channel that was last on
Catching all the latest stream 16 hours long
24 hour dopamine hit
Drip fed wirelessly
The best hit that you've never felt
A needle turned into a screen
Take everything I've got
Fingerprint, my address, my blood
This is everything I want
Big dreams, get rich quick schemes
You are everything I'm not
Take everything I've got
Fingerprint, my address, my blood
This is everything I want
Big dreams, get rich quick schemes
You are everything I'm not
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Transferring over your soul
Writer(s): Alec Greaves, Leigh Clarke, Pete Styles, Rob Town
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