Композитор: Stephen Brodsky, Adam McGrath, Caleb Scofield, John-Robert Conners
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I know you came in the room cause everythingʼs out of tune.
Dressed in a red devil's suit, you're in some manic pursuit
to try and capture me fast - you want to think of me as
some kind of killer at large, but I'm only a mirage.
The reality check is in the mail.
The reality check is in the mail.
I could have sworn that I paid you off.
I could have sworn that we made amends, all squared away.
But all I see are knives screaming out of your mouth.
I could have sworn that I paid you off.
I could have sworn that we made amends,
all squared away, all squared away.
I know you came in the room cause everythingʼs out of tune.
Dressed in a red devil's suit, you're in some manic pursuit
to try and capture me fast - you want to think of me as
some kind of killer at large, but I'm only a mirage.
The reality check is in the mail.
The reality check is in the mail.
I could have sworn that I paid you off.
I could have sworn that we made amends, all squared away.
But all I see are knives screaming out of your mouth.
I could have sworn that we made amends,
but all I see are knives screaming out of your mouth.
ADAM MARC MCGRATH, CALEB MARK SCOFIELD, JOHN ROBERT CONNERS, STEPHEN BRODSKY