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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Lead Vocals
Mick Kenney
Mick Kenney
Programming
Devin Sola
Devin Sola
Bass
Josh Balz
Josh Balz
Keyboards
Ricky Horror
Ricky Horror
Rhythm Guitar
Ryan Sitkowski
Ryan Sitkowski
Lead Guitar
Tom Hane
Tom Hane
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Songwriter
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Songwriter
Mick Kenney
Mick Kenney
Songwriter
Richard Olson
Richard Olson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Cerulli
Chris Cerulli
Producer
Drew Fulk
Drew Fulk
Engineer
Jeff Dunne
Jeff Dunne
Editing Engineer
John Loustou
John Loustou
Drum Technician
Samon Rajabnik
Samon Rajabnik
Drum Technician
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Josh Strock
Josh Strock
Engineer
WZRD BLD
WZRD BLD
Producer

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Isn't that what everyone wants to know? Pretty new girl walks into a room, everyone's head turns Looks her up and down wondering, "Who's she fucking Who could she fuck?" And how high could she climb and is it higher than me? Tragedy, a poisonous lover You infiltrate to destroy Vanity, a cancer unforgiving A charlatan with poise Fool me once, enough is enough Was I more than a step on your way up? Hollowed out, I've no semblance of love Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck (Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck) Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out, I'm getting out There's nothing left to repair Ravenous, self-righteous and lurid But how much more 'til you break? Scavenger, so fucking undeserving You slither in just to take what you can take Counterfeit, I'm calling your bluff Was I more than just a step on your way up? Now you'll burn and you're flesh out of luck Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck (Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck) Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight, I fed your source of revenue But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you It means nothing Open grave, I was too blind to see That love, spelled to you is F-A-M-E You fucked your way up the ladder Going down on your way to the top Do your arms ever tire? Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth? Delete everything Sever the yearning, you can keep the fucking ring Delete everything You can keep the fucking ring Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out You can be the prey in your masquerade But I'm getting out Against insight, I fed your source of revenue (it means nothing) But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you Nothing left to repair
Writer(s): Michael Kenney, Chris Cerulli, Richard Olson, Andrew Fulk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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