Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Voix principales
Mick Kenney
Mick Kenney
Programmation
Devin Sola
Devin Sola
Basse
Josh Balz
Josh Balz
Claviers
Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
Guitare rythmique
Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
Guitare principale
Tom Hane
Tom Hane
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Paroles/Composition
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Paroles/Composition
Mick Kenney
Mick Kenney
Paroles/Composition
Richard Olson
Richard Olson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Production
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Ingénierie
Jeff Dunne
Jeff Dunne
Ingénierie de montage
John Loustou
John Loustou
Équipe technique des batteries
Samon Rajabnik
Samon Rajabnik
Équipe technique des batteries
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Ingénierie de mixage
Josh Strock
Josh Strock
Ingénierie
WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
Production

Paroles

Isn't that what everyone wants to know? Pretty new girl walks into a room, everyone's head turns Looks her up and down wondering, "Who's she fucking Who could she fuck?" And how high could she climb and is it higher than me? Tragedy, a poisonous lover You infiltrate to destroy Vanity, a cancer unforgiving A charlatan with poise Fool me once, enough is enough Was I more than a step on your way up? Hollowed out, I've no semblance of love Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck (Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck) Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out, I'm getting out There's nothing left to repair Ravenous, self-righteous and lurid But how much more 'til you break? Scavenger, so fucking undeserving You slither in just to take what you can take Counterfeit, I'm calling your bluff Was I more than just a step on your way up? Now you'll burn and you're flesh out of luck Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck (Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck) Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight, I fed your source of revenue But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you It means nothing Open grave, I was too blind to see That love, spelled to you is F-A-M-E You fucked your way up the ladder Going down on your way to the top Do your arms ever tire? Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth? Delete everything Sever the yearning, you can keep the fucking ring Delete everything You can keep the fucking ring Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out Against insight, I fed your source of revenue (it means nothing) But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you Nothing left to repair
Writer(s): Michael Kenney, Chris Cerulli, Richard Olson, Andrew Fulk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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