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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ronnie Radke
Vocals
Jacky Vincent
Electric Guitar
Mika Horiuchi
Bass
Derek Jones
Electric Guitar
Ryan Seaman
Drums
Dave Holdredge
Programming
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Holdredge
Songwriter
Ronnie Radke
Songwriter
Michael Baskette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Holdredge
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Thomas
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jef Moll
Editing Engineer
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Attention, attention, everyone
I got a couple things I would like to get off of my chest
Ha-ha, friends, who the fuck needs them?
You know who you are
[Verse 2]
Caught like a fly in a web of your lies
It's truth be told now, or it's meet your demise
So how did it feel when you held the knife
That you stuck right in my back a thousand times?
[Verse 3]
Your grandfather would probably roll in his grave
If he knew of that person that you had became
Oh! I will not just lay down and take this, not again, not again
[Verse 4]
Oh, you have left my heart black and blue
Just like your father did to you
[Verse 5]
How does it feel
Knowing you're barely alive?
Seeing through bloodshot eyes
You're left empty inside
Where I was
Strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree
You're just like me
[Verse 6]
And when you die, I won't be at your wake
No eulogy from me, just a smile on my face
And while God might be busy with judging your soul
I will have slept with the girl that you love most
[Verse 7]
Oh, you have left my heart black and blue
Just like your father did to you
[Verse 8]
How does it feel
Knowing you're barely alive?
Seeing through bloodshot eyes
You're left empty inside
Where I was
Strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree
You're just like me
[Verse 9]
Now how does it feel
Knowing you're barely alive?
Seeing through bloodshot eyes
You're left empty inside
Where I was
Strung out and drug through the mud
I must agree
You're just like me
[Verse 10]
I'm no fucking saint, but at least I will fucking sing about it
Oh, the audacity
Written by: Dave Holdredge, Michael Baskette, Ronnie Radke