Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Austin Cressey
Austin Cressey
Bajo
Ira George
Ira George
Guitarra principal
Patrick Miranda
Patrick Miranda
Voz principal
Will Yip
Will Yip
Voces de fondo
William York
William York
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Will Yip
Will Yip
Autoría
Ira George
Ira George
Autoría
William York
William York
Autoría
Patrick Miranda
Patrick Miranda
Autoría
Austin Cressey
Austin Cressey
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Will Yip
Will Yip
Producción
Vince Ratti
Vince Ratti
Ingeniería de mezcla
Zach Tuch
Zach Tuch
Ingeniería de grabación vocal

Letra

[Verse 1]
This is the story of a man that I know
A man with a heart of gold
But a body becoming weak
And a mind that let him go
[Verse 2]
This is the story of a man and his wife
And how she died of that same disease
How he stay with her after her spirit her left
But he won't remember her death and
[Verse 3]
It's a deadly dull
Like a sword stuck in it's sheath
A mind once sharp and full
Now clouded and diseased
[Verse 4]
What's it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?
Wakin' up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?
And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?
As time leaves me behind to fade away, away
[Verse 5]
This is the story of a man that I know
He knows my face but he doesn't know me
Pretends he does every time we meet
Then puts his questions on repeat
[Verse 6]
Like, are you staying out of trouble? What's the plan?
Can we go see G-ma down the street?
When I saw her last she didn't say much of anything
But if I were there think how much better it would be
[Verse 7]
(Life with a heavy soul)
They break the news a few times a week
And every time it's followed by the same thing
(Death by a deadly dull)
He's sits outside and keeps quiet for a while
And forgets and goes to sleep
[Verse 8]
(Life with a heavy soul)
Will that be me, me eventually?
(Death by a deadly dull)
Will that be me?
[Verse 9]
It's a deadly dull
Like a sword stuck in it's sheath
A mind once sharp and full
Now clouded and diseased
[Verse 10]
What's it like to be erased every time you fall asleep?
Wakin' up as a clean slate without a sense of reality?
And will I end up the same way when I grow old and turn to grey?
As time leaves me behind to fade away, away
Written by: Austin Cressey, Ira George, Patrick Miranda, Will Yip, William York
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