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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Cera Palin
Michael Cera Palin
Performer
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Lead Vocals
Jon Williams
Jon Williams
Bass Guitar
Jon Buncic
Jon Buncic
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Songwriter
Jon Williams
Jon Williams
Songwriter
Jon Buncic
Jon Buncic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Romnes
Brett Romnes
Producer
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Elliott Solomon Brabant
Producer
Jon Williams
Jon Williams
Producer
Jon Buncic
Jon Buncic
Producer
Violet Hunter
Violet Hunter
Additional Engineer
John Naclerio
John Naclerio
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Found some direction along your lines of least concession
Paved red with me by your best intents like you're so much better off
[Verse 2]
Indifferential, your appraisal of potential
Glad you found a wise investment
Tell me what it's worth
[Verse 3]
No consolation
No severance, just shoddy explanations
Masquerading as confessions
Like I haven't heard it all
[Verse 4]
It's crawling up my chest
When I finally cough it out
Can I be blessed?
[Verse 5]
I'll turn the knob now
Like your twisted truth
And wonder which you'd rather use
[Chorus]
Oh, gracious, you're keeping your clench upon my shoulder
So gracious to spare me a rearview of what comes after
Till I carve my own path here
[Verse 6]
For a tail, that's good as gated
I try to cover my trail
Did I drift out of line, or did I learn my limits here?
[Verse 7]
Not to step back now, but I see a loss
When you reminded of struggles toward the cause
Toward the cause
[Bridge]
No, listen here now, motherfucker
I'll tell you when the final word's been said
Back turned to your mission now
Like the whole thing was jettisoned
[Verse 8]
You swore it would make sense
Even now, we're still trying to
You'd swore I'd find solace indifferent
Appraisals to join suit
[Chorus]
Oh, gracious, you've kept your clench upon my shoulder
So gracious, sparing me a rearview of what comes after
[Verse 9]
You swore it would make sense
Your far-flinging fictions
You said that my closet would harbor the skeletons you're tired of holding to
[Outro]
There's no need to convince me
Of what I already know
Why aim for extinction?
You'll never lose 'em all
Written by: Elliott Solomon Brabant, Jon Buncic, Jon Williams
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