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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cris Araya
Cris Araya
Songwriter
Robert Witherby
Robert Witherby
Songwriter
Mike Rosa
Mike Rosa
Songwriter
Scott Nash
Scott Nash
Songwriter

Lyrics

Who cares what we do?
Our preacher's shoes are selling views
Charity events to pay for jets and make the news
And don't forget if you're gonna come, everybody's cool
Referencing the Book to fit the view we're selling you
Are there any rules? They say to do just what we wanna do
(I think about it and I'm nervous, I don't want to regret)
Shining all the lights to set the vibe as crowds come through
Should I make amends instead of friends and happy ends?
What do I have to prove? Am I scared to lose all that I knew?
(I think about it and I'm nervous, I don't wanna regret)
I don't know, lets go back to the basics
No, you don't need to be original
Just need to go a little deeper
Go flipping through the pages
What's for real?
Don't let 'em try to tell you what to feel
You don't need to be original
O-original, o-original
Configure the truth, misunderstood but it's all good
Why should I pretend? The start, the end but it's all true
(I think about it)
Becoming self defense, a game of chess but no offense
('Cause I don't wanna regret)
It's all just pretense at our own expense, what'd we expect?
(I think about it and I'm nervous, I don't wanna regret)
I don't know, lets go back to the basics
No, you don't need to be original
Just need to go a little deeper
Go flipping through the pages
What's for real?
Don't let 'em try to tell you what to feel
You don't need to be original
O-original, o-original
I don't know
No, you don't need to be original
Go flipping through the pages
What's for real?
Don't let 'em try to tell you what to feel
You don't need to be original
Written by: Cris Araya, Michael Edward Rosa, Mike Rosa, Robert Witherby, Scott Nash
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