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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scene Queen
Scene Queen
Vocals
Mothica
Mothica
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Songwriter
Hannah Collins
Hannah Collins
Songwriter
Ronnie Ish
Ronnie Ish
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Producer

Lyrics

Someone call the doctor, baby Someone call the morgue 'Cause ivory tower shatter When you show them as they are (motherfucker) And I'm so sick of ripping pages Tossing records, burning stages Letting motherfuckers hug the spotlight, tonight I'll burn the stage Burn the masses All these bastards Never mattered Fuck the fame Queue the laughter Listen up, it's the rapture Someone call the doctor, baby Someone call the morgue 'Cause ivory tower shatter When you show them as they are I'll burn the stage Burn the masses All these bastards Never mattered Fuck the fame Queue the laughter Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture) Made it to hell, where the bands at? The devil said he'll give your soul back (yeah) Taking a record or a laugh track The label called, you can't recoup that I'm so busy burning bridges Laughing at their narcissism Ego driven boys, they're flying nine, five, please drive (Off a cliff with the rest of your career) Someone call the doctor, baby Someone call the morgue 'Cause ivory tower shatter When you show them as they are I'll burn the stage Burn the masses All these bastards Never mattered Fuck the fame Queue the laughter Listen up, it's the rapture (it's the rapture) It's the rapture I'll burn the stage Burn the masses All these bastards Never mattered Fuck the fame Queue the laughter Listen up It's the rapture
Writer(s): Ron Ish, Zachary Jones, Hannah Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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