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PSYCHE!
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PSYCHE! was released on May 24, 2024 by Dine Alone Music Inc. as a part of the album …Is Committed
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Release DateMay 24, 2024
LabelDine Alone Music Inc.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM149

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Bemis
Max Bemis
Lead Vocals
Parker Case
Parker Case
Keyboards
Caleb Hutchinson
Caleb Hutchinson
Banjo
Coby Linder
Coby Linder
Drums
Brian Warren G
Brian Warren G
Background Vocals
Fred Mascherino
Fred Mascherino
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Bemis
Max Bemis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Bemis
Max Bemis
Producer
Matthew Huber
Matthew Huber
Producer
Parker Case
Parker Case
Producer

Lyrics

Psyche!
We are born again
We've died and sprung to life, so wet and fresh
Wriggling and drooling and gleefully soiling our tights
I bet you gave up on the children of Oasis
Do you know how fucking dumb you look?
My patience, thin, has torn in half
In my past life, I was gummy, dead inside and born to die
I'm the juuling kyke
The only thing your blue eyes deal are lies
Half-gay, splayed and boring
And I'm still ignoring you
But I'm proud to smile
It's my addiction and I've missed it so
I've missed this
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!"
Christ ignites and he plunges down
And it feels so fine
To fuck with fire and burn forever
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!"
God explodes and we go, go, go
We are beasts
We feast on the end of time and burn forever
We are the flying rats
That shattered glass for Bruce
And birthed the bat
Someone has to euthanize
The yellow cat, that piece of trash
You'll be Steve and I'll be Bill
Laughing to the bank as you fade away and die
I will sing the requiem
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!"
God explodes and we go, go, go
We are beasts
We feast on the end of time and burn forever
"Yeah! Oh, yeah!"
They never knew the irony was false
We meant it all
Now canceled is the fucking pilot
Psyche!
We fucking love you
Psyche!
We will revive your mom
Psyche!
I am not my father
I could never bloom the way he sprung
To life (Le'Chaim)
We fucked your wives
We fucked your wives
They saved our lives
They saved our lives
Chop! Chop! Chop!
We stole your members
You did it first but we did it better
All these cocks to swing about so clumsily
Alive with queasy, bleary weary eyes
Blink and you'll miss
The moral to all of this
The cum is spread, the days are done
The best is bright and yet to come undone
My mind splits like a palm tree quake
Palms walked the wire once on our first date
Little lady cut away and left the umbilical
Lascivious thoughts gut-fuck the trivial
Snapcase's gravity, pulp's skewed reality
Broken, broken singing
To leave Cohens cringing
With dope tears, I'm slinging
I'm bringing Oliver's corpse
To the crucifix with twin fucking forks
Hoping lightning strikes twice
And sets fire to your fucking fort
We are two fucking forked tongues
Winding towards their last resort
By Riot Fest '24
I'II be coughing up corks
If you supply the Malörk
This is my Chronic 2k so I'm gonna describe
In ironic terms that convey I'm a sick guy
How I got away with destroying
My lover's true life
Me and Conor will drink to their lawyer tonight
And never once mention how he also freed Cosby
He'd still take stacks to clean lies right off me
Hey, if the iceberg fits, it'll sink Say Anything
But Billy Zane shot himself
So will Darren King
Darren King
Darren King
Darren King
Google him
Written by: Max Bemix
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