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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Abe Cunningham
Abe Cunningham
Drums
Chi Cheng
Chi Cheng
Bass Guitar
Chino Moreno
Chino Moreno
Vocals
Stephen Carpenter
Stephen Carpenter
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abe Cunningham
Abe Cunningham
Songwriter
Chi Cheng
Chi Cheng
Songwriter
Chino Moreno
Chino Moreno
Songwriter
Stephen Carpenter
Stephen Carpenter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deftones
Deftones
Producer
Steve Durkee
Steve Durkee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Bayles
Matt Bayles
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer

Lyrics

Somewhere, outside There are tricks and evil Holler downstairs While I drive I make a plan just to get you back to what you're doing I wanna burn you, wanna watch you You'll think again, deep within, keep it deep inside Yeah, while I serenade, buttercup, yeah, buttercup And we can do it, suppose it again Oh, slow it down and then we'll do it again and again And make the best of a simple thing To believe this, bound, coming through the fog Dying of boredom I'll try it all Sixteen, olive Bound by a voice I bleed again like a girl that can make 'em turn Don't look, but I want it Too much blood into my stomach, it's because it's sick Pass through, break the bands between us I can dare to go, but never what you can't do What you get is never what you want to get Now to pray your sigh is over like a doped drug Like a voice, well, at least you fucking care Dying of boredom I'll try it all I'll be faint Like a crook Let's quit, look at what it's doing to you That's okay, 'cause look at how it feels Feels great, but look at what it's doing to you That's okay, but look at how it feels Fuck, feels great, but look at what it's doing to you But that's okay, 'cause look at how it feels Burn God down, starts to stir again Fucking heretic, I've opened up this for me Lack of sterile, I'll stack the bricks down Hurt you too much, working 'round to I can punch through it, make the hair stick Don't wanna hurt you, just to fuck you I'm out of time, so I tell her to rest and to I'll rely on these two and be fine Dying of boredom I'll try it all I'll be faint Like a crook Let's duplicate, look at what it's doing to you That's okay, 'cause look at how it feels
Writer(s): Chi Cheng, Stephen Carpenter, Chino Camilo Moreno, Abe Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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