Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Programmation
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Guitare
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Batterie
Will Harvey
Will Harvey
Violon
Maddie Cutter
Maddie Cutter
Violoncelle
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Guitare basse
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Composition
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Composition
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Composition
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Composition
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Production
Al Groves
Al Groves
Ingénierie
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Ingénierie de mixage
Nikos Goudinakis
Nikos Goudinakis
Assistance d’ingénierie
Sam Winfield
Sam Winfield
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
Production

Paroles

[Chorus]
You've got hell to pay
But you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy
But the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say?
Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe
No, don't preach to me
[Verse 1]
Ask no questions and you'll get no lies
Turn the cheek and blind the eye
Let it go
Bend the knee and give away your life
Bite your tongue and close your mind
Never know
[Chorus]
'Cause you've got hell to pay
But you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy
But the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say?
Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe
No, don't preach to me
[Bridge]
You're not blessed, you're cursed
And it's getting worse now
[Verse 2]
It makes no sense but it must be right
The blood and sweat you sacrificed
Was it all for nothing?
'Cause we've found no sign and we've seen no light
We hear no voice when we pray at night
But we swore, and now it's too late to turn back
[PreChorus]
You're not blessed, you're cursed
And it's getting worse now
[Chorus]
You've got hell to pay
But you already sold your soul
It's blasphemy
But the words don't make sense no more
What would your mother say?
Your faith has you immured
So don't try and tell me that you still believe
No, don't preach to me
[Outro]
No, don't preach to me
Don't preach to me (You're not blessed, you're cursed)
No, don't preach to me (And it's getting worse now)
It's blasphemy
Written by: Oliver Sykes
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