Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Howl & The Hum
Performer
Joseph Futak
Synthesizer
Samuel Griffiths
Lead Vocals
Matthew Herd
Synthesizer
Elanor Milne
Background Vocals
Charlotte Tophill
Background Vocals
Adam Holmes
Background Vocals
Kai West
Electric Bass Guitar
Laura Jane Wilkie
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Griffiths
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joseph Futak
Producer
Gus White
Additional Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Texty
It begins in a room so black
Waking from a mood so blue
Your green, green eyes turn blood blood red
When they found out what I did to you
Now I'm bleeding from a blade I made
I'm burning in a flame I lit
Driving to your house in the middle of the night
Just for you to call me a prick
And you said all your friends hate me and all their friends hate me
Now all my friends hate me too
Well I guess you've won the battle and the war
Won't you let me just get fat in my room?
But no you've really stuck the knife in deep
Now you're going for the killing blow
If all your friends hate me and all my friends hate me
I think I might just join the club
I hate me too
I hate me too
Well I guess I'll move to Timbuktu
As soon as you're fed
Well you've buried the gun and left to find a new one
Kids are shouting "stop, he's already dead"
Now I'm bleeding from a blade I made
I'm burning in my own debris
Driving to to make it right in the middle of the night
But even I don't forgive me
And you said all your friends hate me and all their friends hate me
Now all my friends hate me too
Well I guess you've won the battle and the war
Won't you let me just get fat in my room?
But no you've really stuck the knife in deep
Now you're going for the killing blow
If all your friends hate me and all my friends hate me
I think I might just join the club
I hate me too
I hate me too
I hate me too
Change my name
Get away from here
I hear Acapulco's nice this time of year
Sell my soul
Blast me into space
Sell me to the mafia
Gone without a trace
Change my name
Get away from here
I hear Acapulco's nice this time of year
Sell my soul
Lifetime on the run
I hope you find someone
Who loves you like you should be loved
Like I should have done
I hope you find someone
Who loves you like you should be loved
Like I should have done
If it's any consolation
Any consolation
I hate me too
Written by: Sam Griffiths