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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Guitar
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Screams
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer

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Surprise, oh-oh, didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon Goodbye, oh-oh, to adrenaline and ambition comply Gotta look inside myself for another reason to live Dependent on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot Part of me wants to believe That I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, uh Part of me wants to believe That I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yuh Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother Tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out), tap out (tap out) You wanna tap out, but you feel ashamed to back out What would your friends and your family say? (No, oh) oh-oh, didn't think I'd have to answer for the lies I told myself, at least not so soon Dependent on the medicine to keep my colors vivid Think I hit the limit But I've been doing better ever slightly for a minute Think that I can pivot Part of me wants to believe That I will not come apart at the seams That I will learn from the cut when I bleed That I'm a tank, I'm a goddamn machine, uh Part of me wants to believe That I will not come apart at the seams That I deserve to deliver my dream That my name will light up the marquee, yuh Blame it all on the lamest dude Blame it all on the payment due Blame it all on the fragrant food Pray to God for your mother Always wonder what you gon' do Come to terms with a painful truth Pray to God that we make it through Pray to God for your mother Scream, explain, you do it 'til you're trained My voice is like my horoscope, I'm Scorpio, I'm strange I tried to tame my brain, I admit it was in vain I let it go, it flows, it knows I cannot do a thing I got grips and I got stocks, I got barrels with an ox Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered All these writing on my walls, built them up to break my fall Now I'm cold enough, I can't be angered
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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