Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abe Cunningham
Abe Cunningham
Drums
Chi Cheng
Chi Cheng
Bass Guitar
Chino Moreno
Chino Moreno
Vocals
Stephen Carpenter
Stephen Carpenter
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abe Cunningham
Abe Cunningham
Composer
Chi Cheng
Chi Cheng
Composer
Chino Moreno
Chino Moreno
Lyrics
Stephen Carpenter
Stephen Carpenter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deftones
Deftones
Producer
Chino Moreno
Chino Moreno
Producer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Tom Smurdy
Tom Smurdy
Recording Technician
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'll never be the same, breaking decency Don't be tree trunk, don't fall on my living roots I've been humming too many words, got a weak self-esteem That's been stomped away from every single dream But it's something else that brought us faze Keep it all inside, until we feel we can't unleash I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone I think you shouldn't have glorified, now you're wrong Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck They fuck with my head Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck Suck it, bitch You and me are here alone face flat along the edge of the glass But I'm not here to preach, I'm just sick of thugs My parents made me strong to lift up that glass So why should I try, act like I'm a little pissed off With all that shit that needs to stay back on the shelf Because your punk ass made it up, your fucking mind was gone Should've never glorified, now you're right Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Fucking get him out of here Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck Suck it, bitch You don't know me, shut up, you don't know me Squeal like a pig when you big fucking, big fucking, ape Well, I'll tell you about my smoke stack What's coming back jack, we'll turn back Curse for in their words in their words Tell them that you fucking heard I mean, they know that's what's coming nigga, and you're a quitter I'm thinking 'bout something naughty and won't tell anybody So thinking of me by now, but you go grab it I'd like to think, for who I down this shit I belong where they be, 'cause we can not get back those lives We exist to cease, understand That God hates blacks shades and all the players Mr. P.I.G., could I fucking see? Sure already done crushed all of my brothers dignity And to the jury, can't be no turn is all, my skin looks colored Does that mean I'm burnt 'Cause your punk ass made it up, your fucking mind was gone Should've never glorified, wrong Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, sucking They fuck with my head Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck, suck Suck, suck, suck Suck you, bitch
Writer(s): Chi Cheng, Stephen Carpenter, Chino Camilo Moreno, Abe Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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