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Note To Cell
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Rock
Note To Cell was released on September 11, 2018 by Spinefarm as a part of the album Greater Than
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Release DateSeptember 11, 2018
LabelSpinefarm
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Hamilton
Ryan Hamilton
Guitar
Harry Jennings
Harry Jennings
Drums
Youssef Ashraf
Youssef Ashraf
Guitar
SHVPES
SHVPES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Griffin Dickinson
Griffin Dickinson
Composer, Lyrics
Ryan Hamilton
Ryan Hamilton
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Bown
Carl Bown
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer
Jim Pinder
Jim Pinder
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Dan Jeffery
Dan Jeffery
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Lie there and wallow in decay
Watch the surroundings turn to grey
Pick apart every piece of the past so you
Can justify the feeling if you're guilty or not
It's like your locked up, monitored by your thoughts
Ready to testify against you cause you can't seem to stop
Just hold up, stand back, think clear
The irony is
You won't get out of here
The irony is
You won't break me
My note to cell, I'm screaming
You won't make me
A criminal
So empty
Reliving history
But you won't make me
A criminal
A criminal
See I am not my mind
So my thoughts will not define
Any part or piece of poetic justice this time I've done my time
Losing it inside
The crypt I call my mind
So I'm leaving it behind
I'm leaving it behind
I'mma hold up, stand back, think clear
The irony is
You won't get out of here
The irony is
You won't break me
My note to cell, I'm screaming
You won't make me
A criminal
So empty
Reliving history
But you won't make me
A criminal
A criminal
You won't break me
My note to cell, I'm screaming
You won't make me
You won't make me!
So he's staring through the bars
Waiting til his time's right
Might only get one chance
Give a fuck about the limelight
He bides his time til he's in line to get something to eat
Then stops, stands back, starts thinking on his feet
Looks up, finds the biggest thought guarding the place
Walks over with a smile as he dashes the plate
Rocks back his arms, cause he's ready to break
Then fucking bangs him round the face with a dinner tray
Grab the keys, makes his way straight to the gate
You can hear the hounds barking as he makes the escape
But every dog has his day and this bitch won't break
So he changes the direction but he slips on the plate
You won't break me
My note to cell, I'm screaming
You won't make me
A criminal (the irony is)
A criminal (the irony is)
We're not criminals, not criminals
We're not criminals, not criminals (the irony is)
We're not criminals, not criminals (the irony is)
We're not criminals, not criminals
We're not criminals, not criminals
We're not criminals, not criminals
We're not criminal
Written by: Griffin Dickinson, Ryan Hamilton
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