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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Microwave
Microwave
Künstler:in
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Leadgesang
Tyler Hill
Tyler Hill
Bassgitarre
Timothy Pittard
Timothy Pittard
Schlagzeug
Wesley Swanson
Wesley Swanson
E-Gitarre
Mark McGinn
Mark McGinn
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Songwriter:in
Tyler Hill
Tyler Hill
Songwriter:in
Timothy Pittard
Timothy Pittard
Songwriter:in
Wesley Swanson
Wesley Swanson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nathan Hardy
Nathan Hardy
Produzent:in
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mischtechniker:in
Jeremy Ferguson
Jeremy Ferguson
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Travis - Hill
Travis - Hill
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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I am below the bullshit Let the pendulum swing Drive the boat like you stole it Let's grease up this hate machine I've got a flare for theatrics It feels like punching a bruise I've been getting my ass kicked But I'm playing to lose The sock drawer that we're snooping in Is the bane of all our inhibitions The dead horse It's a blood sport Yeah, you can dig for pity in the hearts of your peers Or cover up your eyes and make the world disappear You can start a fire But everybody's singing the same stale song You're the one to get along This was as far as my plan went Smacked up against a wall It feels like I'm being punished for something By good folks In scare quotes In the sequel to politics Unanswered prayers and crying fits In free fall Into the chipper with it all I could really give a fuck about anything I'm just blowing raspberries and circling the drain Fucking with what's right in front of me No one can give you peace No one can take it away Yeah, we can build a new religion Write a new alphabet I'm here justifying the future Not redeeming the dead My father says, "You've gotta go on, get along" (get along) (And I do) and I do
Writer(s): Travis Fredick Hill, Nathan Hardy, Timothy Pittard, Tyler Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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