Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Disturbed
Performer
Dan Donegan
Guitar
David Draiman
Lead Vocals
Mike Wengren
Drums
Steve Kmak
Bass Guitar
Enrique Santiago
Programming
Frank Delamora
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Donegan
Songwriter
David Draiman
Songwriter
Mike Wengren
Songwriter
Steve Kmak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Disturbed
Producer
Dan Donegan
Producer
David Draiman
Producer
Mike Wengren
Producer
Steve Kmak
Producer
Johnny K
Producer
Tadpole
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
FU
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, bringing you another disturbing creation
From the mind of one sick animal
who can't tell the difference
And gets stupified
I've been waiting my whole life for just one (Fuck!)
And all I needed was just one (Fuck!)
Well can you see that you don't give a (Fuck!)
I find myself stupified, coming back again
All I wanted was just one (Fuck!)
One tiny little innocent (Fuck!)
And when I feel like I'm shit out of (Luck!)
I find my stupified, coming back again
Why do you like playing around with
My narrow scope of reality?
I can feel it all start slipping
I think I'm breaking down
Why do you like playing around with
My narrow scope of reality?
I can feel it all start slipping away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit?
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it?
I get stupified
It's all the same you say
Live with it
But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit?
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it?
I get stupified
I get stupified
All the people in the left wing (Rock!)
And all the people in the right wing (Rock!)
And all the people in the underground (Rock!)
I find myself stupified, coming back again
All the people in the high rise (Fuck!)
And all the people in the projects (Fuck!)
And all la gente in the barrio (Fuck!)
I find myself stupified, coming back again
Why do you like playing around with
My narrow scope of reality?
I can feel it all start slipping
I think I'm breaking down
Why do you like playing around with
My narrow scope of reality
I can feel it all start slipping away
See but I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit?
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it?
I get stupified
It's all the same you say
Live with it
But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit?
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it?
I get stupified
I get stupified
Tefached
Tefached
And don't deny me
No baby now, don't deny me
And darlin' don't be afraid
But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit?
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it?
I get stupified
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify - rah!
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify - rah!
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify - rah!
Look in my face, stare in my soul
I begin to stupify - rah!
Look in my face, stare in my soul
Look in my face, stare in my soul
Look in my face, stare in my soul
Look in my face, stare in my soul
Look in my face! (Stare into my soul)
Look in my face! (Stare into my soul)
Look in my face! (Stare into my soul)
I begin to stupify - rah!
Writer(s): David Draiman, Mike Wengren, Dan Donegan, Steve Kmak
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