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PERFORMING ARTISTS
C.O.F.F.I.N
C.O.F.F.I.N
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Moss
Aaron Moss
Songwriter
Abijah Rado
Abijah Rado
Composer
Benjamin Portnoy (40%)
Benjamin Portnoy (40%)
Songwriter
Laurence Adams
Laurence Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Moss
Aaron Moss
Producer
Abijah Rado
Abijah Rado
Producer
Benjamin Iser Ulitzka Portnoy
Benjamin Iser Ulitzka Portnoy
Producer
Laurence Adams
Laurence Adams
Producer
Mikey Young
Mikey Young
Mixing Engineer
Jason Whalley
Jason Whalley
Producer

Testi

Pieces, they're outta reach
Dead reef on an desert beach
That's faceless, from being flogged
Faceless, an Egyptian dog
Lights, and the sound
These streets that made us proud
They're all faceless
Skin and bone
Faceless, in flickered globe
If you wanna feast
Where fire eats too
You play prisoner, and pay your own
Still flinch, when you hear a storm
I don't buy, that a change of hands
Keeps nibbled fingers dry
That's faceless, the tide is going
Your sight's set on the shore
Gaze upon a beige units
Mince words to stomach payment
That's faceless, got ya nose
Faceless, just smoothed stone
And all the way it's still suck suck suck
Try do your thing ya get fuck fuck fucked!
Ya on your own
Faceless, failed charm
I don't like you anymore
Put out my hand and you work me raw
Faceless, skin and bone
Faceless, the skin it's gone
Baby, I'm waiting
It's all, just for you, for you
Lights, sound, these things make me beat
For you, for you
The stray side gets so old
I need a place to stay, not a piece of home
For you, for you
Put face on you you value
Face on your value
Written by: Aaron Moss, Abijah Rado, Benjamin Iser Ulitzka Portnoy, Laurence Adams
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