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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PVRIS
PVRIS
Performer
Chris Kamrada
Chris Kamrada
Drums
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Guitar
Brian MacDonald Jr.
Brian MacDonald Jr.
Bass
Alex Babinski
Alex Babinski
Guitar
Mikaela Davis
Mikaela Davis
Harp
Brian Victor Macdonald
Brian Victor Macdonald
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Harnage
Blake Harnage
Songwriter
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blake Harnage
Blake Harnage
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Recording Engineer
Jef Mol
Jef Mol
Recording Engineer
Jarrod Fallon
Jarrod Fallon
Recording Engineer
John Colangelo
John Colangelo
Recording Engineer
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
Additional Producer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Two years gone
[Verse 2]
Two years gone
Came back as some bones, and so cynical
This skin don't feel, like home, it's all overgrown, but you'll never know
I take the mirror from the wall so I can't see myself at all
Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
I'm the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf
[Verse 3]
I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit bein' so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
[Verse 4]
Push and pull, oh, it's all getting old
No, I didn't want this throne (No, I didn't want this), yeah
Only fools make feasts of gold, they rot the fruit on tables, what do they want?
When did I get so pitiful? Just a goddamn corpse in a centerfold
You got my back against the wall, and now I can't ever get comfortable
No, I never sold my soul, if I ever do, throw my bones to the wolves
No, I never sold my soul, no I never sold mine
[Verse 5]
I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit bein' so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
[Verse 6]
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my soul
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my soul
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my soul
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my soul
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my soul
No, I never sold my soul, no, I never sold my
[Verse 7]
I know it's so wrong, but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit bein' so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
Written by: Blake Harnage, Lyndsey Gunnulfsen
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