Podobné skladby
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parkway Drive
Performer
Winston McCall
Lead Vocals
Luke Kilpatrick
Electric Guitar
Ben Gordon
Drums
Jeff Ling
Electric Guitar
Jia O'Connor
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter
Ben Gordon
Songwriter
Winston McCall
Lyrics
Jeff Ling
Songwriter
Texty
These are the sentiments
Of a cold-blooded cynic
So believe me when I say
I would love nothing more
Than for everything
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides
Grey skies, let none survive, oh
Don't say I didn't warn you
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word of this perfect world
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word of this perfect world, oh
Of this perfect world
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me (bury me), five thousand fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
The sharpest teeth await our skin
The sharpest teeth await
Bloodlust swarms
Upon our worthless existence, go
The devil's teeth (the devil's teeth)
The devil's teeth beneath our skin
Whispering of silent vengeance
Blood debts remain unpaid
Now every breath of life has been betrayed
Every ideal has rusted through
Nothing we hold brings solace (feed us to the sharks)
So let nothing remain (feed us to the sea)
To be buried beneath the waves
A sailor's grave, it's all I crave
Bury me (bury me) five thousand fathoms deep
And leave my bones for the depths
There's blood in the water (sinking, always sinking)
There's blood in the water (sinking, always sinking)
There's blood in the water
I would rather see your face in hell
Than speak another word of this perfect fucking world
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall
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