Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cory Jones
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Oh, what's a legend
There is no art like in the present
I could bleed my knees to be relevant
I show my teeth to be genuine
Everybody knows
This place ain't for the weak
It's the future that I speak
Consumer of belief
If you think you're an outcast
It's a niche, oh
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
As you run from light
You see day turn night
Oh, what a mess
I guess he couldn't keep up
He did his best
And the qualities I thought he did possess
Are disappearing through the cracks now
Under stress
Everybody knows
This place ain't for the weak
It's the future that I speak
Consumer of belief
If you think you're an outcast
It's a niche, oh
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
I know you like it like this
I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
Yeah, I know you like it like this
Oh, I know you like it right
Written by: Cory Jones