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Sx
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Auf Tour
Metal
Sx wurde am 15. Juli 2026 von Death Records als Teil des Albums Sx - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum15. Juli 2026
LabelDeath Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM111

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bury Tomorrow
Bury Tomorrow
Performer
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Drums
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Lead Vocals
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Bass Guitar
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Electric Guitar
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Electric Guitar
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
Songwriter
Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
Songwriter
Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
Songwriter
Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carl Bown
Carl Bown
Producer
Ste Kerry
Ste Kerry
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

[Refrain]
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
[Refrain]
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy waters, yeah
[Refrain]
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
[Chorus]
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick)
[Verse 1]
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
[Bridge]
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own (Own)
Bloodsport, we couldn't leave alone (No)
Holding onto faith we've never known
Straight shot, right to the throat
[PreChorus]
Breathe me in
Bleed me out
Tie the rope
Don't make a sound
[Chorus]
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me (And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin)
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick)
[Refrain]
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
[Refrain]
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight or the hell you create
[Verse 2]
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies, we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own (Own)
Bloodsport, we couldn't leave alone (No)
We're holding onto faith we've never known
Bring me the rope
[PreChorus]
Side by side
The end of life
Where suffering ends
We were a product of our own ambition
This wave of volition means
[Chorus]
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
And I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick)
[Outro]
Every second I waste (So sick, it's so sick)
Something controlling me (And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin)
Am I confined to this? (So sick, I'm so sick)
By what you think it is?
Sick
Written by: Adam Jackson, Daniel Winter-Bates, Davyd Winter-Bates, Ed Hartwell, Kristan Dawson, Tom Prendergast
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