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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Drums
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
William Swan
William Swan
Guitar
Andrew Wells
Andrew Wells
Guitar
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Recording Engineer
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer
Stephen Hawkes
Stephen Hawkes
Producer
Zach Jones
Zach Jones
Producer

Songtexte

Risking your position when you feel like you're invincible Kid with intuition says, "I think this ship is sinkable" Give ourselves permission to be pitiful and miserable My business is to walk the line and make this death original Who wanted bad, glad, sad, mad dad Chad? I can fake being vulnerable Or I can laugh off my life, it's planned You want afraid? You want grateful? Didn't wanna have to sing about our tragedies But they've been overwhelmingly consuming me I wanted to grow, wanted to change Couldn't do it alone, trauma got in the way So I've been greedy for guidance, thirsting for soul Stifled silence by my own device My skin suit I never wear Your judgment means nothing to me I'd rather steal than borrow I collect more weaponry You're mentally unstable I won't hold back It's my destiny Filled all my cracks So I sleep restfully I'm invested in the war machine You're a piece of shit who doesn't care I got millions of mouths to feed My seed, you know, I love to share Endless violence is my only vice My skin suit I never wear (skin suit I never wear) I'm always grinning with my pearly whites At your blue eyes and long hair Didn't wanna have to sing about our tragedies But they've been overwhelmingly consuming me I wanted to grow, wanted to change Couldn't do it alone, trauma got in the way So I've been greedy for guidance, yearning for soul Here's a fine by me line, a one-fingered peace sign The delusion idolized with wounds in their rounds The lonesome stink eyes, they preach to the house flys Can't be swatted by a pig with the pearls What? I mean, I don't climb upstairs, just to climb upstairs Just to climb upstairs to go nowhere Help, who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you to say I lose? Pure chaos finally made me bleed, fumbling my bravado Been searching for serenity, a traveled path to follow We all heard bones crack from the impact And now I'm coming back to try and build a masterpiece Didn't wanna have to sing about our tragedies But they've been overwhelmingly consuming me I wanted to grow, wanted to change Couldn't do it alone, trauma got in the way So I've been greedy for guidance, yearning for soul
Writer(s): Andrew Wells, Jonathan Mess, Matthew Mingus, Tilian Pearson, William Swan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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