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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Batterie
Chad Price
Chad Price
Chœurs
Joe Principe
Joe Principe
Chœurs
Maddie Stevenson
Maddie Stevenson
Chœurs
Miles Stevenson
Miles Stevenson
Chœurs
Stacie Stevenson
Stacie Stevenson
Chœurs
Tess Young
Tess Young
Chœurs
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Guitare rythmique
Zach Blair
Zach Blair
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Composition
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Composition
Zach Blair
Zach Blair
Composition
Joe Principe
Joe Principe
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bill Stevenson
Bill Stevenson
Production
Jason Livermore
Jason Livermore
Production
Andrew Berlin
Andrew Berlin
Ingénierie
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Ingénieries complémentaires
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Woah, woah Bang, bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled Then gone forever It seems like just yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised? Think back to the days we laughed We braved these bitter storms together Then brought to his knees he cried But on his feet he died What God would damn a heart? And what God drove us apart? What God could? Make it stop Let this end Eighteen years pushed to the ledge It's come to this A weightless step On the way down singing Woah, woah Bang, bang from the closet walls The schoolhouse halls The shotgun's loaded Push me and I'll push back I'm done asking, I demand From a nation under God I feel its love like a cattle prod I'm born free, but still they hate I'm born me, no I can't change It's always darkest just before the dawn So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong Make it stop Let this end Eighteen years pushed to the ledge It's come to this A weightless step On the way down singing Woah, woah The cold river washed him away But how could we forget? The gatherings hold candles, but not their tongues And too much blood has flown from the wrists Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss Who will rise to stop the blood? We're calling for Insisting on, a different beat, yeah A brand new song Whoa, whoa A brand new song (Whoa, whoa) (Whoa) Make it stop Let this end This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin And proud I stand of who I am I plan to go on living Make it stop Let this end All these years pushed to the ledge But proud I stand, of who I am I plan to go on living
Writer(s): Brandon Barnes, Zach Blair, Timothy Mcilrath, Joseph Principe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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