Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Taproot
Performer
Jarrod Montague
Drums
Mike Dewolf
Guitar
Phil Lipscomb
Bass Guitar
StephenRichards
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Lipscomb
Songwriter
Jarrod Montague
Songwriter
M. Dewolf
Songwriter
Stephen Richards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Toby Wright
Producer
Lyrics
Confusing reality
I see myself but it's not really me
How could it be? When I am me?
I guess maybe it's just a dream
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up)
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up)
Things aren't what they seem
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up)
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up)
You people are a sick joke
I don't lie in dreams
I lie in my sleep
And I don't sleep to dream
Yet everything that I see is haunting
Bad dreams controlling in this world
I see the depths of it, my toes curl
I feel so sick
I'm sick of this because I know that I'm not asleep
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up)
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up)
Things aren't what they seem
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up)
(Come on, come on, come on, wake up)
You people are a sick joke
I don't lie in dreams although
I lie in my sleep
And I don't sleep to dream
Yet everything that I see is haunting me
I don't lie in dreams although
I lie in my sleep
And I don't sleep to dream
Yet everything that I see is haunting
I don't like dreams
Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up
Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up
Come on, come on, come on, wake up
Come on, come on, come on, wake up, wake up
Writer(s): Andrew Wyatt, Beck Hansen, Gregory Kurstin
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