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Song by: Cheap Teeth
Lead Guitars, Rhythm Guitars & Lead Vocals: Joseph Laycock
Bass Guitar & Backing Vocals: Jack Sharp
Rhythm Guitars, Keyboards & Backing Vocals: Joseph Ash
Drums, Percussion & Backing Vocals: William Short

Produced and Mixed by David Kosten
Mastered by Robin Sutherland, Esko Mastering

What a Feeling, What a Day

(death to yuriel)

There are some drugs that I still have to overdose on
But I don't give a shit; to me it's not really poison
You can call me a skel clone but realistically I just hate my life
And there are some things that I still have to decide

Romance is dead and so are you in my bed
I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words
The last thing I heard
Was your screams from the tape

You promised you'd stay forever
And now I just get high
You're really a sick fuck
And I hope you fucking die
All you say yet I manage to see through your lies
Deceiving little scum, how 'bout you leave my life?

You think you're slick? Well, you thought wrong
I've been watching you through cams and an airtag in your purse
You might think I'm crazy, or it's a curse
But you did this to yourself
You can't cry or call for help
No one but me will hear your screams
My plan was successful
Another decomposed soul
'Cause no one's saving you

Really saw a life with you
My last spark of hope
I guess it was fucking useless
You're just another stupid hoe
And don't you dare come back
No matter how much you're fucking sad
I'll choose drugs over your ass anytime, any day

Romance is dead and so are you in my bed, I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words; the last thing I heard was your screams from the tape
Romance is dead and so are you in my bed, I want you to rot there
I didn't give you no last words; the last thing I heard was your screams from the tape

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