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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Microwave
Performer
Nathan Hardy
Lead Vocals
Tyler Hill
Bass Guitar
Timothy Pittard
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathan Hardy
Songwriter
Tyler Hill
Songwriter
Timothy Pittard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Hardy
Producer
Jeremy Ferguson
Recording Engineer
Travis - Hill
Recording Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Gossett
Additional Producer
गाने
A fleeting moment of clarity
At the end of a dead-end street
Caught up in shit you don't believe
It's always been like that
I've been sucking on this battery
Keeping it cool around your family
Taking every opportunity
To get you on your back
It's a convent at your parent's house
Laying on the carpet barely tethered to the ground
Shut the door and turn the lights out
Crank the shit up to ten
Say, "Fuck you" to your friends
I want to wrap around and break you like a glow stick
Get us thrown in a cell
Ring in your head like a bell
I want to be another one of the beautiful lies that you tell yourself
A fleeting moment of clarity
At the end of a dead-end street
Caught up in shit you don't believe
Shoveling a way out
Mixing styrofoam and gasoline (ooh)
Better living through chemistry (ooh)
Ready to be a liability (ooh)
Blowing out a war cloud (ooh)
I want to crumble down this hill into the highway
I want to come to in the middle of the interstate
Cut a trail from the beach to the city skyline with my last brain cell
I want to wrap around and break you like a glow stick
Take a hit and write us both out of the narrative
I want to be another one of the beautiful lies that you tell yourself
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh (ooh)
Ooh (ooh), ooh
Writer(s): Nathan Hardy, Timothy Pittard, Tyler Hill
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