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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitare
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Chant
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitare principale
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Basse
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Cris
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Paroles/Composition
Will Swan
Will Swan
Paroles/Composition
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Paroles/Composition
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Production
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Production
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Ingénieries complémentaires
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Production
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Production
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Ingénieries complémentaires
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Ingénieries complémentaires
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Ingénieries complémentaires

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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