Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dillinger Escape Plan
Performer
Zach Hill
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Rymer
Songwriter
Greg Puciato
Songwriter
Liam Wilson
Songwriter
Benjamin Weinman
Songwriter
Kevin Antreassian
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm amazed at how you reinforce your contrast
Deep inside, you're still a son of a bitch
Mistakes forever haunt you
One line to prosecute you
So thoroughly, it's giving you fits
It's giving you fits!
In your world; misbelief
(No one loves you)
Hold your breath
(Count to ten)
Bare hands to a vacant glass
'Cause I don't think it helped you ever fill
When movement ceases, and everything is still
I thought that time was frozen
Instead we're resting; scathed
I thought we'd be forever, what was I to say?
Oh, you were never alone, you just didn't know
Where to fucking go, ah-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh
Finding no real escape, you're fucked
There's no escape
Do you (Are you a-okay)
Feel pride (Do you wake up smiling)
Do you (Do you feel alright)
Feel pride (Are you always shining)
Do you feel pride?
Do you feel pride?
Do you wake up, and smile?
I'm amazed at how you reinforce your contrast
Deep inside, you're still a son of a bitch
Mistakes forever haunt you
One line to prosecute you
So thoroughly, it's giving you fits
It's givin' you fits, ah-ah-ah
Givin' you fits
Givin' you fits
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
I gave you everything you wanted
You were everything to me
In your world; misbelief
In your world, no one loves you!
Writer(s): Benjamin Allen Weinman, Gregory John Puciato
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