Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tummyache
Performer
Linus Fenton
Bass Guitar
Seger Rauls
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Soren Bryce
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soren Bryce
Producer
Texty
Well, if that's how you feel, I guess we're done then
I slept outside, but I never did try to retry
Do you even fight when the going got rough
I just walk along like a little dog
Till between legs all the time
To everyone, do every late hands on me or hurt me once
You're all the same as people in a box
Filling the brainstorming cardboard that's rubs
And leaking out over the side
Ending is all the same intention
That I could rehearsal to nothing
Blanket reverse
All that I want is what's deserved, nothing more, nothing less
With the harder I work, the harder it gets
Easily winning awards for regret
Submerging in pictures
I crave someone, believe me it's stray, help me forget for once
The feeling that I may just die in a month
Some of the freak accident I can't stop
Spackle the flood and toilet
Ending is all the intention
That I could rehearsal to nothing
Blanket reverse
Nothing, blank and revised
But nothing's ever cleaned right
Written by: Soren Bryce

