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