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