Apparaît dans
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brent Smith
Chant
Eric Bass
Basse
Zach Myers
Guitare électrique
Barry Kerch
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brent Smith
Paroles/Composition
Dave Bassett
Paroles/Composition
Eric Bass
Paroles/Composition
Zach Myers
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dave Bassett
Production complémentaire
Eric Bass
Production
Eric Wayne Rickert
Assistance d’ingénierie
Doug McKean
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Look at the battle we're in
I was never one to pick a fight I couldn't win
Look at the secrets we keep
They terrorize me every night in my sleep
Afternoon tea with the impending doom
Counting the elephants here in this room
You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are
But you know what you've got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word
Put on a happy face
Make a scene and leave a permanent trace
Show me that rebel inside
Where the leader of the revolution resides
Afternoon tea with the impending doom
Counting the elephants here in this room
You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are
But you know what you've got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word
Careful, you might catch yourself going under
Careful, you might lose your breath like the others
Careful, you might slip and never recover
Careful, you might burn to death like the others
You can be twisted but still optimistic
Be the black sheep but not a statistic
May not know who you are
But you know what you've got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word
Writer(s): Dave Bassett, Eric Bass, Brent Smith, Zach Myers
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