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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Producer

Lyrics

Break out of my cage Fake friends all fade away I already tried to make you stay We're falling apart just the same Take all my old shit They're gonna forget how we even got here Take another shot, beer Sink or swim until the ride is over My train of thought kills all of my profits I just want to feel this, we don't have to be rich Save your soul, look to the sky And I got the microphone I got the microphone I got the microphone You craved the feeling that there's meaning in a casket You ate it up and now you're all full of batshit I could have told you he was being sarcastic You should have known that it was all made of plastic Locked up in your cage Real friends you gave away You're burning a world and feel no shame To live in a lie, what a waste What a waste Take all my old shit They're gonna forget how we even got here Take another shot, beer Sink or swim until the ride is over My train of thought kills all of my profits I just want to feel this, we don't have to be rich Save your soul, look to the sky And I got the microphone I got the microphone I got the microphone You craved the feeling that there's meaning in a casket You ate it up and now you're all full of batshit I could have told you he was being sarcastic You should have known that it was all made of plastic You craved the feeling that there's meaning in a casket You ate it up and now you're all full of batshit I could have told you he was being sarcastic You should have known that it was all made of plastic
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