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Parkway Drive - "Dying To Believe" (Full Album Stream)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Guitare
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Chant
Jia O'Connor
Jia O'Connor
Basse
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Batterie
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Paroles/Composition
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Paroles/Composition
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Paroles/Composition
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Production
Peter Rutcho
Peter Rutcho
Ingénierie de mixage
Dean Hadjichristou
Dean Hadjichristou
Ingénierie
Kevin Dietz
Kevin Dietz
Assistance d’ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Like dragging nails through my skin Strip the scar, scratch the itch Dig your nails deep until the nerve is good and raw Pulling teeth again to pay for all your sins The blue pill or the red, all you want are enemies Feel the tension set to break We've swallowed more than we can take Like dragging nails through my skin Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep God complex, let's start a war Whose prayers will you answer, whose will you ignore? Paint it black and torn apart Baptised in hate to the beat, to the beat of a hollow heart Feel the tension set to break We've swallowed more than we can take Like dragging nails through my skin Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep We'll find you where you sleep 'Cause it's a sick fucking world in a sick fucking time Splitting at the seams as you desecrate the hive The cancer's in your heart, the poison's in your mind Forked tongue motherfucker, tell me, how the hell do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? Dying to believe Die, die, dying to believe This beast you resurrected won't break its leash We're die, die, dying to believe That the ghost of the ills of this world will find you where you sleep
Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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