Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Pinback
Pinback
Interprète
Rob Crow
Rob Crow
Guitare
Chris Prescott
Chris Prescott
Batterie
Armistead Burwell Smith IV
Armistead Burwell Smith IV
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rob Crow
Rob Crow
Composition
Armistead Burwell Smith IV
Armistead Burwell Smith IV
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zach Smith
Zach Smith
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ben Moore
Ben Moore
Ingénierie de mixage
Rob Crow
Rob Crow
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

The charge has blown the last door
With pine over complaint
Well that dam's never knew what the hell hit it
And now you just look insane
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you're proud of it
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
Took another hit on your part
What is it we've learned from this?
Picking glass shards from your face
Pretending that you're proud of it
And then what was the answer
Of what you asked me for?
You knew all along, knew all along
Knew all along then
It's a shame that built to end you now
Staring at a blank slate of nothing
Knowing it's all been said before
Drowning in a flask of confusion
Picking up your guts off the floor
These things bleed through everything
But nothing breathes through cellophane
Mopping the floor with your pride
Dropping friends off at your side
Not prepared to say goodbye
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
Mopping the floor with your pride
(These things bleed through everything)
Dropping friends off at your side
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
Not prepared to say goodbye
(These things bleed through everything)
Knowing that I'll finish the ride
(But nothing breathes through cellophane)
Written by: Armistead Burwell Smith IV, Rob Crow
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