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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Oliver Sykes
Oliver Sykes
Vocals
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Guitar
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Drums
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Programming
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Sykes
Oliver Sykes
Songwriter
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Composer
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Composer
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Composer
GIANNI TAYLOR
GIANNI TAYLOR
Lyrics
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Composer
Danny Couture
Danny Couture
Composer
Daisuke Ehara
Daisuke Ehara
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oliver Sykes
Oliver Sykes
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Producer
Danny Couture
Danny Couture
Producer
tracey brakes
tracey brakes
Additional Producer
Daidai
Daidai
Additional Producer
Julian Gargiulo
Julian Gargiulo
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let's motherfucking go Did my back hurt your knife? Do you think you're bulletproof? Go chat shit all you like You and I both know the truth Plot twist, I don't give two shits 'Bout you or whether you exist Trippin' if you think there'll be a happy ending Still alive but you're dead to me There's voices in my head that'll never leave Wish I could forget all these memories I don't know why you keep diggin' your own grave, no remedy Out your fucking mind in a fantasy Your therapist is gonna need some therapy You and me are done, so see you later, punk, R-I-P In a bit, mate, it's been fun In a near-death kind of way But it's people like you, darlin' That give humans a bad name Plot twist, I don't give two shits 'Bout you or whether you exist Trippin' if you think there'll be a happy ending Still alive but you're dead to me There's voices in my head that'll never leave Wish I could forget all these memories I don't know why you keep diggin' your own grave, no remedy (let's go) Out your fucking mind in a fantasy Your therapist is gonna need some therapy You and me are done, so see you later, punk, R-I-P Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, see you later, punk, R-I-P Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Make me the villain if you want Guess there's no cure for a- So keep your name out of my mouth 'Cause I wouldn't wanna smash that pretty glass house Still alive! But you're dead to me A parasite, you're a heart disease So stay the fuck away from me, yeah No, there's no remedy Out your fucking mind in a fantasy Think your therapist will need therapy But you and me are done, so see you later, creep, R-I-P Woah-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Yeah, see you later, punk, R-I-P Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh So see you later, punk, R-I-P We've gathered here today to honour the memory of the f- And although they are no longer with us They live on in our thoughts and in our hearts (God bless me) We'll start today's ceremony with a few words from a dear friend
Writer(s): Zachary Joseph Cervini, Oliver Scott Sykes, Matthew Stephen Nicholls, Lee David Malia, Daniel Jamie Lancaster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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