Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Injected
Performer
Butch Walker
Percussion
Rich Costey
Keyboards
Danny Grady
Guitar
Jade Lemons
Guitar
Steve Slovisky
Bass Guitar
Chris Wojtal
Drums
Dixon Dan
Background Vocals
Harold Sellers
Percussion
Mike Froedge
Percussion
Ron Lemons
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Grady
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Producer
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Rusty Cobb
Engineer
Lyrics
You're my target, you're my ticket
Safe and secure in a hopeless smile.
Used up one you're a torch for some,
But for me it's an itch, it's a pain, it's a trial.
Wait for your eyes to give it away
Still looking for something to say.
Your eyes still give it away
When you take what you fake.
You're just a used up girl living in your useless world.
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain.
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome i feel so sick.
Come down, so down, off your HATE
Whichever opiate you like comes to mind.
Whatever demon that you seek you will find.
Just remember that you take the love you fake
And so it goes when you live like one.
Wait for your eyes to give it away
Still looking for something to say.
Your eyes still give it away
When you take what you fake.
You're just a used up girl living in your useless world.
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain.
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome i feel so sick.
Come down, so down, off your HATE
I know what you're after.
I feel your suicide.
Yes i know what you're after.
Wait for your eyes to give it away
Still looking for something to say.
Your eyes still give it away
When you take what you fake.
You're just a used up girl living in your useless world.
You've got no faith to speak of, only pain.
You're just a sad sad trick
When you're overcome i feel so sick.
Come down, so down, off your HATE... HATE
Writer(s): D. Grady J. Lemons
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