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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Halsey
Vocals
Atticus Ross
Programming
Trent Reznor
Programming
Cashmere Cat
Programming
Happy Perez
Programming
benny blanco
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Frangipane
Songwriter
Benjamin Levin
Songwriter
Magnus August Høiberg
Songwriter
Nathan Perez
Songwriter
Trevor Horn
Songwriter
Martin Kierszenbaum
Songwriter
Sergio Galoyan
Songwriter
Elena Kiper
Songwriter
Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov
Songwriter
Valerya Polienko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atticus Ross
Producer
Trent Reznor
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
benny blanco
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Cashmere Cat
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Happy Perez
Producer
Lyrics
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I've tasted blood and it is sweet
I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet
I've trusted lies and trusted men
Broke down and put myself back together again
Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters
Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger
I've pinched my skin in-between my two fingers
And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth
And I'ma let you speak if you just let me breathe
I've been polite, but won't be caught dead
Letting a man tell me what I should do with my bed
Keep my exes in check in my basement
'Cause kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent
I could play nice or I could be a bully
I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be
"Come on, little lady, give us a smile"
No, I ain't got nothing to smile about
I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for
A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware, yeah
Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware
But I'm glad to be a real nightmare, so save me your prayers
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I, I keep a record of the wreckage in my life
I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind
They talk shit, but I love it every time
And I realize
I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
That I'm no sweet dream, but I'm a hell of a night
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
(But I'm a hell of a night, but I'm a hell of a night)
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Nathan Perez, Magnus Hoiberg, Ivan Nikolaevich Shapovalov, Martin Kierszenbaum, Sergey Galoyan, Elena Vladimirovna Kiper, Trevor Charles Horn, Valerij Valentinovich Polienko, Ashley Frangipane
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