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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Lead Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass Guitar
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Screams
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Producer
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Additional Engineer
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Producer
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Producer
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Additional Engineer
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Additional Engineer
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Additional Engineer

Songtexte

How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Say you don't hate me for nothing Hate me for falling out of reach Hate me for something Never knew that you could be so lonely, lonely Running out of feelings so pretend you can be lonely, lonely Stuck in your mind Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you Baby, don't go Put on a show Light it up, light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful I wish I could be you Show up at the ball with your doo-doo faced babe The robot with human hair is dead, but gets laid That's why he's got all these kids on the way His son's a girl named Baby Swirl that loves to swang his blade Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you Baby, don't go Put on a show Light it up Light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful, brighter How I wish I could touch you Feel you, breathe you, be just like you
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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