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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Lawson
Songwriter
Ben Pilch
Songwriter
Marvin Ward
Songwriter
Dexy Collier
Songwriter
Testi
Wait; It's not the same
Where's my brain?
A 9 to 5 fade
Wait; It's all just pain
I thought this was paid
I want my charade
Wait; it's not the same
Where's my brain?
A 9 to 5 fade
Wait; It's all just pain
I thought this was paid
I want my charade
Seduced by simulation
Symptoms of convenient amnesia
I heard my mommy say to set it free
So I'm afraid your life means nothing to me
Inhumanity is law
Living a lucid coma
Deluded as seen on TV
Cut until the debt is paid
Watch out! You might feel something
Are you sure you feel a thing?
From underneath such calloused skin
Hard for to tell, without, within
Gone from human to machine
Dysto-Utopiatic Lust
You are nothing unless with us
I once saw Jesus offer escape
Now just a pendant on a drug lord's chain
All we can offer is a pricey falsehood
Extend our shallow condolences
All we can offer is a pricey falsehood
Extend our shallow condolences
You thought you had the jig down packed
All the glittery gold, just more weight on your back
Sisyphus thinks he's an aristocrat
The game is rigged, realize where you're at
Watch out! You might just learn something
Watch out! You might just be something
Watch out! You might just learn something
Wach out! You might just be something
When I hold the cash, the keys, and the guns
Tell me who the fuck gonna right my wrongs?
When I hold the cash, the keys and the guns
Who gonna right my wrongs?
Written by: Ben Pilch, Dexy Collier, Dylan Lawson, Marvin Ward