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Advent
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Advent wurde am 10. Oktober 2025 von Trash Island als Teil des Albums Evil World - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum10. Oktober 2025
LabelTrash Island
LanguageEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Reichwald
Benjamin Reichwald
Lead Vocals
Jonatan Leandoer
Jonatan Leandoer
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Reichwald
Benjamin Reichwald
Songwriter
Jonatan Leandoer
Jonatan Leandoer
Songwriter
Ludwig Rosenberg
Ludwig Rosenberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whitearmor
Whitearmor
Producer

Songtexte

And I, myself
Deprive myself
At times I break
No eyesight
The times I fell
At times, myself
But now I'm, besides myself
And I, myself
Deprive myself
At times I break
No eyesight
The times I fell
At times, myself
But now I'm, besides myself
I'm not embarrassed, so I tell the truth
Falling into quicksand, falling over you
I can't help it when I'm in the mood
What would God do if He was in my shoes?
I bleed for my life, I bleed right on the paper
007, way I take these missions
I bleed for our signs and I bleed for our nature
007, money, ammunition
I'm no longer happy but I'm dressing matchy
I'm stuck on this road like I got caught in traffic
I think I can't help it, I love being selfish
I'm in love with green, I should've been a Celtic
Money comin' in over the Atlantic
Sky was red and bleeding, it was so romantic
Don't know what to tell you, I got something to sell you
Bring it to your door, or I could just mail you
Babyface killer, I got hits on hitlist
But I'm a grown man, I gotta take care of business
Magic like a chemist, mix the Ritalin in
Medieval paintings, I'm a spitting image
And I'ma talk my shit cause, yeah, I really feel it
It's a dirty business, crosses hang down from the ceiling
And I love making money, it's the greatest feeling
It's a evil world, gotta keep on giving
It could be not giving, that's a part of living
Clinging onto things, that's a sick addiction
I've been isolating out of superstition
Cabin filled with candles close to coded scriptures
Camo-colored clothes, torn, cold and distant
Bullet hits your brain, kill you in an instant
(Camo-colored clothes, torn, cold and distant
Bullet hits your brain, kill you in an instant)
And I, myself
Deprive myself
At times I break
No eyesight
The times I fell
At times, myself
But now I'm, besides myself
And I, myself
Deprive myself
At times I break
No eyesight
The times I fell
Besides, myself
But now I'm, besides myself
Written by: Benjamin Reichwald, Jonatan Leandoer, Ludwig Rosenberg
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