Big Infant - Hanging Up The God

Hanging up the god
Feeling like my head's strong
But I don't know nothing
Bringing down the rob
Picking at my old scars
Facing who I was

Scrub myself 'till I become clean

Speaking up is hard
Folding all my thoughts in
Feeling like I'm wasted
Gunning for a nod
Sleeping through a lifetime is sounding kind of smart

Scrub myself 'till I become clean

Written by:
Chris Arias, Jason Brunes, Justin Raymonde, Matt Zeidner

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