Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Don Diablo
Don Diablo
DJ
Imanbek
Imanbek
DJ
Trevor Daniel
Trevor Daniel
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Don Pepijn Schipper
Don Pepijn Schipper
Composition
Martijn van Sonderen
Martijn van Sonderen
Composition
Micah Asher Martin
Micah Asher Martin
Composition
Federico Vindver
Federico Vindver
Composition
Trevor Daniel Neill
Trevor Daniel Neill
Composition
Jose A. Velazquez
Jose A. Velazquez
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Diablo
Don Diablo
Production
Angel López
Angel López
Assistance de production
Federico Vindver
Federico Vindver
Assistance de production

Paroles

I don’t really want to die
It’s just how I feel, its just how I feel sometimes
I don’t want to tell a lie
I just want to feel, I just want to feel alright
I don’t really want to fight, and just disappear, float away for one night, no
Now I’m falling like a landslide, thought we’re on the same side, but it’s not right without you
Gotta kill another demon left in my head
He’s been scheming on the walls and under my bed
It’s the suicidal thoughts that I’m fed
Welcome to my American wasteland
I fell in love with the warzone
This is not my home
This is just a place where I’ve been,
Doing pretty well on my own, but inside of my own head
This is what I’ve said
Kill me better, you said you’d never, but you keep adding pressure to the wound
Light as a feather, I hate this weather, but I’m guessing that the cold will have to do
I take a minute to relax in my mind
I’ve been feeling pretty bad there all night
In the dark room staring at the phone light
Sweet dreams, farewell, and goodnight
Gotta kill another demon left in my head
He’s been scheming on the walls and under my bed
It’s the suicidal thoughts that I’m fed
Welcome to my American wasteland
I fell in love with the warzone
This is not my home
This is just a place where I’ve been,
Doing pretty well on my own, but inside of my own head
This is what I’ve said
Kill me better, you said you’d never, but you keep adding pressure to the wound
Light as a feather, I hate this weather, but I’m guessing that the cold will have to do
Kill me better, kill me better,
Kill me better, you said you’d never, but you keep adding pressure to the wound
Light as a feather, I hate this weather, but I’m guessing that the cold will have to do
Written by: Don Pepijn Schipper, Federicco Vindver, Jose A. Velazquez, Martijn van Sonderen, Micah Asher Martin, Trevor Daniel Neill
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