7 Words Lyrics

Deftones


publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Abe Cunningham, Abran Cunningham, Chi Cheng, Chino Moreno, Chino Camilo Moreno, Stephen Carpenter
album: Track 7 in album Adrenaline
release date: 1995-9-29
popularity : 7 users have visited this page.
genres: Rock
styles: Nu Metal/Alternative Rock
length: 3:44
producer: Terry Date and Deftones
vocal: Chino Moreno
mixer: Terry Date
recorded by: Ulrich Wild and Terry Date
guitars: Stephen Carpenter
assistant engineer: Tom Smurdy
bass guitar: Chi Cheng
drums: Abe Cunningham
lyricist: Chino Moreno
composer: Chino Moreno, Abe Cunningham, Stephen Carpenter, Chi Cheng

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Deftones Adrenaline cover art
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I'll never be the same, breaking decency
Don't be tree trunk; don't fall on my living roots
I've been humming too many words, got weak self-esteem
That's been stomped away from every single dream
But it's something else that brought us fees
Keep it all inside until we feel we can't unleash
I think that you made it up; I think that your mind is gone
I think you shouldn't have glorified; now you're wrong

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They **** with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck it, *****

You and me are here alone, face flat along the edge of the glass
But I'm not here to preach; I'm just sick of thugs
My parents made me strong to look up that glass
So why should I try, act like I'm a little pissed off
With all that **** that needs to stay back in the shell?
Because your punk *** made it up, your ****ing mind was gone
Should've never glorified; now you're right

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They **** with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck

You don't know me; shut up; you don't know me
Squeal like a pig when you big ****in', big ****in', ah

Well, I'll tell you about my smoke stack
What's coming back, Jack
We'll turn back
Curse for in their words in their words
Tell them that you ****ing heard
I mean, they know that's what's coming, *****, and you're a quitter
I thinking 'bout something naughty and won't tell anybody
So thinking of me by now, but you go grab it
I'd like to think for who I down this ****
I belong where they be 'cause we can not get back those lives

We exist to cease, understand
That God hates blacks, shades, and all the players
Mr. P.I.G 'cause I ****in' see
Sure already done crushed all of my brothers dignity
And to the jury can't be no turn is all; my skin looks colored
Does that mean I'm burnt
'Cause your punk-*** made it up; your ****in' mind was gone
Should've never glorified
Wrong

Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
They **** with my head
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck
You bad, boy


Track Listing


Digital Media 1
  • 1 Bored
  • 2 Minus Blindfold
  • 3 One Weak
  • 4 Nosebleed
  • 5 Lifter
  • 6 Root
  • 7 7 Words
  • 8 Birthmark
  • 9 Engine No. 9
  • 10 Fireal
  • 11 First