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All, I Created
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Rock
All, I Created was released on September 6, 2024 by Kycker Music as a part of the album Untethered - EP
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Release DateSeptember 6, 2024
LabelKycker Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cober Mouth
Cober Mouth
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Jones
Adam Jones
Composer, Lyrics
Sam Windsor
Sam Windsor
Composer
Lewis Cunningham
Lewis Cunningham
Composer, Lyrics
George Titcombe
George Titcombe
Composer
Dylan Plenty
Dylan Plenty
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Jones
Adam Jones
Producer
Sam Windsor
Sam Windsor
Producer
Ross Rothero-Bourge
Ross Rothero-Bourge
Producer
Maxi Curnow
Maxi Curnow
Producer

Lyrics

At night they hear their voices
So honest
So telling
Controlled by untold forces
Breathe slowly
Become open
 
Pain and
Suffering
Twenty-five rounds and he's knocked out
Crushed by the weight of a god damn
Tonne of reasons why she's not that
Another fucking contract
With a quasi-cult of old religion
A living reason why there's nothing left
But we all know
That he's already
Dead with you
 
Child can't escape the world he was born into
Child can't stop hurting for the ones who knew
Far away smiles from a marriage
That could never work
Now it's turned to smoke
They watch a bottle burn
Cracked open honest
Self fulfilling urn
He found himself
In the dumping ground
Of their world
The silence comes on a haunting breeze
Would you take a piece of me if you please
And the shadows dance in the burning of the trees
Would you take this from me
Take two minutes
And you fucked it up
But take a whole lifetime
And it's not enough
When you look back on your life
You can’t remember much
But can't forget the strife
Don't need another reason to close down today
I'm just searching for a reason that will make me stay
I wake up
Screaming out against the things you said
 
Fifty two years
I'm done with their shit
Now they decide it's me who talks shit
Heard it from you that
it's them talking shit
I'm proud of myself
For not taking shit
 
I push myself
Right off the edge
Escape this hell
And when I'm dead
 
The silence comes on a haunting breeze
Would you take a piece of me if you please
And the shadows dance in the burning of the trees
Would you take this from me
The silence comes on a haunting breeze
Please don’t take this from me
 
Fifty two years
I'm done with their shit
Now they decide it's me who talks shit
Heard it from you that
it's them talking shit
I'm Proud of myself
For not taking shit
 
I push myself
Right off the edge
Escape this hell
And when I'm gone
Rip from my hands
All, I Created
Written by: Adam Jones, Dylan Plenty, George Titcombe, Lewis Cunningham, Sam Windsor
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