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Abscessed
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Punk
Abscessed è stato pubblicato il 24 marzo 2023 da Bottles to the Ground come parte dell'album This is Crime Wave
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Data di uscita24 marzo 2023
EtichettaBottles to the Ground
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM160

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Codefendants
Codefendants
Performer
Get Dead
Get Dead
Performer
Onry Ozzborn
Onry Ozzborn
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fat Mike
Fat Mike
Songwriter
Julio Ramos
Julio Ramos
Songwriter
Sam King
Sam King
Songwriter
Michael Martinez
Michael Martinez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fat Mike
Fat Mike
Producer
Baz The Frenchman
Baz The Frenchman
Recording Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Scot Stewart
Scot Stewart
Mixing Engineer

Testi

Your eyes
Are like a local anesthetic
Like an ointment used to soothe
An abscessed tooth
Inside a lion's head and I've
Tried to pull it by the root
But the pain that you showed me
Makes me know it's absolute
Well, boo-hoo
Me loving you
Pushed me to the end right down to man's ruin
Now ye
Have abandoned me
A thousand leagues
Under the sea
And now I
Can't calm down to get a hold of myself
Maybe I can lie to you
And tell you that I'll get some help
What a mountain of evidence stacked against me
Climb it to the top have a stunning look at my hell
Bodies are prison cells
Made of cells
That smell is not plastic burning
You just made my heart melt
Nobody can clean up this landfill
That I call a brain
So it just spills
Forty years of garbage unfulfilled
All over people that ever attempted to love me still
Thank you. Fuck you, too
Thank you. Fuck you, too
Feed me something that'll make me numb enough one day to promise you
A better life or at least something better than a fucking fire view
Doctor bring me anesthetics for this abscessed tooth
I've found that time is gonna do what time does
And by now baby you should have made your mind up
Protect yourself but don't self destruct
Don't play with knives if you can't take the blood
Sometimes life doesn't add up
Baby wipe your fucking face
Only real ones allowed around me these days
Give me some space, okay?
This ain't the day i'ma fade
Hooray
Piccolo I'm green skin white sands
Miss I'm a martian pussy cat scan
Back hand compliments bloody floor plan
(A.A.)
Functioning alcoholic
Fog machine
Breather two seater what you call it
A banshee or a black bunny rabbit matted bike fleet
Poppin' wheelies negligent we might flee
And if we do i think you'll follow close behind this Winnebago
You think I'm Plato
I lay low
Then super say so all the way though
Pullin' this sleigh exempt of gifts
My life is no longer the pits
Rather it's now the pit
(The pit)
I found that time is gonna do what time does
And by now baby you should have made your mind up
Protect yourself but don't self destruct
Don't play with knives if you can't take the blood
Sometimes life doesn't add up
Written by: Fat Mike, Julio F. Ramos, Michael John Burkett, Michael Sean Martinez, Sam King
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