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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frankie & The Witch Fingers
Frankie & The Witch Fingers
Performer
Josh Menashe
Josh Menashe
Electric Guitar
Dylan Sizemore
Dylan Sizemore
Electric Guitar
Maryam Qudus
Maryam Qudus
Synthesizer
Nikki Pickle
Nikki Pickle
Bass Guitar
Nick Aguilar
Nick Aguilar
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Menashe
Josh Menashe
Songwriter
Dylan Sizemore
Dylan Sizemore
Songwriter
Nikki Pickle
Nikki Pickle
Songwriter
Nick Aguilar
Nick Aguilar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Menashe
Josh Menashe
Producer
Dylan Sizemore
Dylan Sizemore
Producer
Maryam Qudus
Maryam Qudus
Producer
Nick Townsend
Nick Townsend
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She's feeling hungry her serrated lips
Can feed you every hour
The gutter priestess cracks ravenous whips
To jigsaw babies to sleep
The sticky honey aluminum drips
Onto her pale complexion
Dehumanizing with every sip
Debugging motherless screams
Pain in the night as the leather bites
Can get dangerous
Loaded and spun in a motel gun
Can get dangerous
Mentally ill in a spoon fed thrill
Can get dangerous
Lighter a straw and a disco ball
Will endanger us
Are you a feeler
And are you feeling it now
Soon you'll be drained out
She eats your heart before it quickens
Are you a bleeder
Or are you bleeding them out
It's either way now
She knows just how to stick it deep in
Nice to see your color fading out
She's diagnosing the unpleasant fits
The taste of funeral flowers
The gutter priestess a contortionist
Who sucks on metal machines
Her crushed-up money and wet fingertips
Keep fighting deep infections
Dehumanizing with every sip
Feverish limousine dreams
Pain in the night as the leather bites
Can get dangerous
Loaded and spun in a motel gun
Can get dangerous
Mentally ill in a spoon fed thrill
Can get dangerous
Lighter a straw and a disco ball
Will endanger us
Are you a feeler
And are you feeling it now
Soon you'll be drained out
She eats your heart before it quickens
Are you a bleeder
Or are you bleeding them out
It's either way now
She knows just how to stick it deep in
Nice to see your color fading out
Nice to see your color fading out
If gutter priestess is dead
Who's crawling inside your head
Nothing to cling to
If gutter priestess is dead
Who's crawling inside your head
Nothing to cling to
If gutter priestess is dead
Who's crawling inside your head
Nothing to cling to
If gutter priestess is dead
Who's crawling inside your head
Who's crawling inside your head
Who's crawling inside your head
If gutter priestess is dead
Who's crawling inside your head
Nothing to cling to
Written by: Dylan Sizemore, Josh Menashe, Nick Aguilar, Nikki Pickle
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