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Living Through Me (Hells' Wrath)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dimebag Darrell
Dimebag Darrell
Electric Guitar
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Lead Vocals
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Bass
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Drums
Ross Karpelman
Ross Karpelman
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip H. Anselmo
Philip H. Anselmo
Songwriter
Rex Brown
Rex Brown
Songwriter
Darrell Lance Abbott
Darrell Lance Abbott
Songwriter
Vincent Paul Abbott
Vincent Paul Abbott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinnie Paul
Vinnie Paul
Mixing Engineer
Terry Date
Terry Date
Producer
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer
Aaron Barnes
Aaron Barnes
Assistant Engineer
Sterling Winfield
Sterling Winfield
Assistant Engineer
Lamont Hyde
Lamont Hyde
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pantera
Pantera
Producer
Paul Logus
Paul Logus
Mastering Engineer
Sean Beavan
Sean Beavan
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I cannot take the take Your condition was nod awake A selfish crier, bold face liar Robbing all of what you could take in Stabbed towards a death A dirty smelling girl Shit decisions, no provisions Filling veins with juice of chaos Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog It's times like this you should pray for never I broke your fucking mold Then threw away the cast New religion and new provisions It's amazing you're alive Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more So I mended severed ties Through flesh we cauterized The undeserving, sliming, writhing I filled you up with watered promise Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog It's times like this you should pray for never Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck Angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees It's times like this to pray for murder So now I've seen it all Hells' wrath No man has greater glory Cause now, now you're living through me I'm done with saving you A gift unto myself A tired savior, a wasted favor And I'm lucky I'm alive Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into I broke your fucking mold Then threw away the cast Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole Empty bag, sunken eyes, whining dog It's times like this you should pray for never Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck Angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees It's times like this to pray for murder So now I've seen it all Hells' wrath No man has greater glory Cause now you're living through me
Writer(s): Rex Brown, Philip Anselmo, Darrell Lance Abbott, Vincent Paul Abbott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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