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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Guitar
Corey Lowery
Corey Lowery
Vocals
Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
Bass Guitar
John Humphrey
John Humphrey
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Producer
Matt Hyde
Matt Hyde
Mixing Engineer
Corey Lowery
Corey Lowery
Additional Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I guess I make you nervous And I probably feel the same In the end it serves a purpose I'm just a moth to the flame When a scratch becomes a lesion I like to turn the eye that's blind You create a better version of me Oh, that's all a lie I succumb to the feelings that I never hold I just keep them inside me And now it feels like I'm peeling the flesh from my bones Let my soul break free An imitation of a person Whose never sure who they should be Well, maybe I can use this version and be- Become a semblance of me Time to smear the wounds with ointment Wrap the bandage nice and tight Then embrace the disappointment That was stolen from a child I succumb to the feelings that I never hold I just keep them inside me And now it feels like I'm peeling the flesh from my bones Let my soul break free It's always the same I'll just fucking break this I'll just fucking break this I'll just fucking break this I'll just fucking break this I'll just fucking break this I succumb to the feelings that I never hold I just keep them inside me And now it feels like I'm peeling the flesh from my bones Let my soul break free I succumb to the feelings that I never hold I just keep them inside me And now it feels like I'm peeling the flesh from my bones Let my soul break free
Writer(s): Shaun Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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