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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stabbing Westward
Stabbing Westward
Performer
J. Sellers
J. Sellers
Bass
C. Hall
C. Hall
Guitar
A. Kubiszewski
A. Kubiszewski
Drums
W. Flakus
W. Flakus
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Sellers
J. Sellers
Composer
C. Hall
C. Hall
Composer
A. Kubiszewski
A. Kubiszewski
Composer
W. Flakus
W. Flakus
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fryer
John Fryer
Producer
Chris Laidlaw
Chris Laidlaw
Assistant Engineer
John Chiarolanzio
John Chiarolanzio
Assistant Engineer
Jamie Seyberth
Jamie Seyberth
Assistant Engineer
Tim Palmer
Tim Palmer
Mixing Engineer
Mark O'Donoughue
Mark O'Donoughue
Mixing Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm such an asshole God, I'm such a stain I just keep fucking up again and again I don't believe, I don't believe That I could be so stupid and so naive I don't believe, I don't believe That there is nothing, nothing left for me You crawled into my mind when you crawled into my bed Said everything I've ever longed to hear So perfect, so alive, once inside you sucked me dry You used me up and left me here for dead I don't believe, I don't believe That I could be so stupid and so naive I don't believe, I don't believe That there is nothing, nothing left for me I crave it desperately, it's a cancer eating me An addiction too intense to be denied Worthless, I'm a whore Crawling back for more It's pathetic how I feed off this abuse I don't believe, I don't believe That I could be so stupid and so naive I don't believe, I don't believe That there is nothing, nothing left for me And you told me that you loved me And I believed you loved me And you swore that you loved me And I believed Now I know it was a lie I don't believe, I don't believe That I could be so stupid and so naive I don't believe, I don't believe That there is nothing, nothing left for me
Writer(s): Christopher Hall, Walter Flakus, James Eric Sellers, Andy Kubiszewski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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