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INTERPRÉTATION
Dan Searle
Dan Searle
Batterie
Adam Christianson
Adam Christianson
Guitare électrique
Antonia Kesel
Antonia Kesel
Violon
Will Harvey
Will Harvey
Violon
Edward Bale
Edward Bale
Alto
Choir Noir
Choir Noir
Chant
Patrick J Pearson
Patrick J Pearson
Piano
Tristan Button
Tristan Button
Trompette
Nicholai Andersen
Nicholai Andersen
Trompette
Anders Farstad
Anders Farstad
Trompette
Susanne Skou
Susanne Skou
Cor
Jari Kamsula
Jari Kamsula
Cor
Ignacio Montero Requena
Ignacio Montero Requena
Cor
Palle Schou Nielsen
Palle Schou Nielsen
Cor
Marek Stolarczyk
Marek Stolarczyk
Trombone
Fabrice Godin
Fabrice Godin
Trombone
Jens Vind
Jens Vind
Trombone
Alex Ali Dean
Alex Ali Dean
Claviers
Alex Verster
Alex Verster
Contrebasse
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Guitare électrique
Sam Carter
Sam Carter
Chant
The Parallax Orchestra
The Parallax Orchestra
Orchestre à cordes
Tim Lowe
Tim Lowe
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Searle
Dan Searle
Paroles/Composition
Adam Christianson
Adam Christianson
Paroles/Composition
Alex Ali Dean
Alex Ali Dean
Paroles/Composition
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Paroles/Composition
Sam Carter
Sam Carter
Paroles/Composition
Simon Dobson
Simon Dobson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dan Searle
Dan Searle
Production
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
Ingénierie de mixage
Adam Getgood
Adam Getgood
Ingénierie
Joachim Hejslet
Joachim Hejslet
Ingénierie
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Josh Middleton
Josh Middleton
Co‑production
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
Ingénieries complémentaires
Robin Adams
Robin Adams
Ingénierie de montage

Paroles

Do you cross your heart when you hope to die? Are you sleeping deep in the hurricane? IVs in the arm, forgetting to feel, we're crawling on all fours Will you fall on that sword at the second coming? You're gonna taste the ash and dust 'Cause this world is dying in our arms Now wheels are turning What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning? You wanna make your hell a reality? Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe Sure sounds like heaven to me You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds No place to go if we don't believe Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint Give us a Judas steer we can deify Yeah, we all pretend we're the renegades So wash us away, garroted by a halo Take a bow 'cause time's running out There's no doubt that the end is coming You're gonna taste the ash, you're gonna taste the dust 'Cause this world is dying in our arms Now wheels are turning What would you do to stay alive if the planet was burning? You wanna make your hell a reality? Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe Sure sounds like heaven to me You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds No place to go if we don't believe Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint Post-love, post-truth Justice lays bound and black bagged, ready for the guillotine We can all plead guilty when they ask "Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix?" They clipped the wings of the Phoenix, oh When will we wrestle the world from the Fools and their gold and their fucking covenant? Will enough be enough when we're holding on for dear life? You wanna make your hell a reality? Black lungs for the young if they dare to breathe Sure sounds like heaven to me You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds No place to go if we don't believe Good Lord, it's enough to plague a saint It's enough to plague a saint It's enough to plague a saint It's enough to plague a saint Oh Ugh, we can all plead guilty when they ask "Where were you when the Gods clipped the wings of the Phoenix?"
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Joshua Middleton, Adam Michael Christianson, Sam Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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