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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan Fraser
Dylan Fraser
Vocals
Jonah Summerfield
Jonah Summerfield
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Fraser
Dylan Fraser
Composer
Jonah Summerfield
Jonah Summerfield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonah Summerfield
Jonah Summerfield
Producer
Tess Greenham
Tess Greenham
Assistant Mastering Engineer
John Greenham
John Greenham
Mastering Engineer
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

Locked inside some big frustration game And none of us are well enough to quit, to play Face-to-face just isn't quit the same But both of us have plugged ourselves straight into the maze And I wish that we could take just what we need But instead, we like to bite the hand that feeds But I wish that we could see it from a different, sane advice We don't care unless there is a fire I guess we're all in for a 2030 revolution Well, there's no point in getting upset, my dear, we're not gonna make it out of it It's past the point of any kind of resolution You can pack your bags and try to run, but you cannot stop what's come undone And we laugh our face in a foreign place And we've cut our nose just to spite our face And we know nothing more than to kill this place All the little problems we create All the things we think that we can't compensate It's been a roller-coaster off the Empire State I know what's to address in add more fire to the flame And I wish that we could take just what we need But instead, we like to bite the hand that feeds But I wish that we could see it from a different, sane advice We don't care unless there is a party I guess we're all in for a 2030 revolution Well, there's no point in getting upset, my dear, we're not gonna make it out of it It's past the point of any kind of resolution You can pack your bags and try to run, but you cannot stop what's come undone And we laugh our face in a foreign place And we've cut our nose just to spite our face And we know nothing more than to kill this place (what's come undone) And we laugh our face in a foreign place And we've cut our nose just to spite our face And it can last some time, but the system breaks We're all waiting for the 2030 revolution Well, there's no point in getting upset, my dear We're not gonna make it out
Writer(s): Jonah Adam Summerfield, Dylan Fraser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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