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INTERPRÉTATION
Martin Bianchini
Guitare
Tilian Pearson
Chant
Will Swan
Guitare principale
Tim Feerick
Basse
Jon Mess
Cris
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Mess
Paroles/Composition
Will Swan
Paroles/Composition
Tim Feerick
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Mingus
Paroles/Composition
Tilian Pearson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kris Crummett
Production
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Erik Ron
Production
Anthony Reeder
Ingénieries complémentaires
Dance Gavin Dance
Production
Dryw Owens
Production
Joshua Unitt
Ingénieries complémentaires
Matthew Lang
Ingénieries complémentaires
Scott Smith
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Paroles
Used to be so judgemental
Now I respect the ones who dare to be sinful
Always searching for my pride, now I know it's all fleeting
Just glad to be alive
Brontosaurs fear of art is torn apart by making
Good mistakes and branching out, he switch it up like baking
The more I tried to sleep it off, the more I started thinking
I wanna live in Mushroom Park, do unrestricted shrinking
You're salty, can't fault you
I'm numb to the rhythm that guides you
Take all your confetti away
I know, I know what's killing me
Don't need your love or sympathy
I know, I know just what you'll say
Don't you try to rescue me
Made up magic turtle guy is feeling like he's crap
He needs to spend some time alone to understand his path
There's different types of waves and things your mind is tuning to
It takes in information and it sorts it out for you
Won't fight you, not like you
But I'm numb to the rhythm that guides you
I'll take your confetti away
I know, I know what's killing me
Don't need your love or sympathy
I know, I know just what you'll say
Don't you try to rescue me
Don't you try to rescue me
Don't you try to rescue me
Now you're on a midnight crusade, flexing your stats
But you can't touch me, touch me, touch me
Tell me how to think my own way, you can give it your best
But you won't touch me, touch me, touch me
I'm kissing a baby, then licking a boot
I live in a deli, put meat on your tooth
My business is pregnant and flaunting off nude
I'm smoking a chicken I took out the coupe
Show off addictions and make it sound fiction
You aren't doing art if you're dead in the park
Feel like you died, show 'em you have
Give up your life for the virtual clap
Shear off the weird and then watch 'em appear
Now you're a spiritless, fearless lil lyricist
Shear off the weird and then watch 'em appear
Now you're a spiritless, fearless lil lyricist
Hoax
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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