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Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Brent Smith
Voces
Eric Bass
Bajo
Barry Kerch
Batería
Zach Myers
Guitarra
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Brent Smith
Autoría
Dave Bassett
Autoría
Eric Bass
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Eric Bass
Producción
Eric Wayne Rickert
Asistente de ingeniería
Ted Jensen
Masterización
Ricky Sanders
Equipo técnico de baterias
Letra
[Verse 1]
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone
Is it you or me or someone else, one of us should run for help
'Cause I don't think we'll make it on our own
Welcome to the end of days, Fentanyl and lemonade
Couldn't hurt to try it once or twice
So welcome to the killing fields, everything is so surreal
But one of us is gonna pay the price
[PreChorus]
Last call in the house of mirrors
Last chance to see things clearer
I'd love to turn the page
But pain is all the rage
[Chorus]
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick, but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
[Verse 2]
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't think you'll ever heal
Haven't found a cure for this
Manufactured, make-believe, satisfaction guaranteed
No peace, no love, no happiness
[PreChorus]
Last call in the house of mirrors
Before the curtains close
[Chorus]
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick, but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
[Bridge]
I don't think you'll make it out without me
I don't think you'll make it out without me
[Chorus]
It's just the two of us and no one else
When I see you, I see myself
You make me better, make me worse
Sometimes it cuts, sometimes it hurts
We're not sick, but we're not well
We're just toxic twins on a carousel
[Chorus]
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone (We're not sick but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days, Fentanyl and lemonade
It couldn't hurt to try it all alone (Toxic twins on a carousel)
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't even think you're real
But I know I'm not out here all alone (We're not sick, but we're not well)
Welcome to the end of days, Fentanyl and lemonade
It couldn't hurt to try it all alone (Toxic twins on a carousel)
Toxic twins on a carousel
[Outro]
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't even think you're real
Welcome to the killing fields, I don't even think you're real
Written by: Brent Smith, Dave Bassett, Eric Bass

