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Official audio for “Swaydif” by Mella. Loop designed by: @luckydart Recorded by: Donald Maynard Clark. Mixed by: Shane D. Grush of Grush Audio (@shanegrush). Mastered by: Mike Kalajian of Rogue Planet Mastering. Lyrics written by: Danny McCool Written by: Danny McCool, James Artwohl, and Donald Maynard Clark. Vocals/Drums: Danny McCool. Guitar: Donald Maynard Clark. Keys/Keybass: James Artwohl. Thank you to Josué Rosado Jr. for existing. Media: https://www.instagram.com/mellaactual... Lyrics: If I’m alone, then whose hands are these? And why won’t they bleed? Please don’t mind my eyes. I can’t stand the sight of lifeboats. On this boat that rocks atop the sea- A ship that sinks just for me. And, every time I feed my eyes, I’m reminded: All good things die. I know that I shouldn’t be happy to drown- Resurfacing just so I can sink again. And so it ends. Knife throws. There’s no more room in this back. You’ll have to settle for my throat. Is that okay? Oh, look, fresh faces. Their words are guiltless. And their eyes are wide. Kill it. Burn it. Watch it drop to the ground. Carpe Diem. Then the friendly stab is on. Endless first impressions will eat us all, complete us all, be grateful for your own downfall. I’d like to live over your head, and under your skin. Then stand on the bodies of the friends that I’ve buried. Carpe Diem. Always look up and never look down. Then, you’ll never have to sink or drown. The modern Satan is always just down the hall. But Swaydif. Just Swaydif. Swaydif. Please excuse my tongue. It moves without permission. On this boat that rocks atop the sea- A ship that sinks just for me. And, every time my tongue gets shy, I’m reminded: All good things die. Life is beautiful. Or so I’ve been told…