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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Johnny Christ
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Guitare
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San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
Orchestre
M. Shadows
Chant
Anthony Parnther
Direction d’orchestre
Brooks Wackerman
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brian Haner
Paroles/Composition
Brooks Wackerman
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Seward
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Sanders
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Baker
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Avenged Sevenfold
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Avenged Sevenfold
Production
Joe Barresi
Ingénierie de mixage
Jun Murakawa
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nick Fainbarg
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bruce Jacoby
Équipe technique des batteries
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Adam Michalak
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brian Rajaratnam
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Dan Malsch
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
My vinyl skin provides protection
It holds in place my plastic bones
Cast button eyes reflect an image
And all seems as it should, but there's nobody home
Cue the breeze that sway the painted trees
Toy yellow birds upon the rooftops sing
In chorus with the buzzing bees
Melt in sun LED beams, from the sky being held on a string
While boredom tears me apart at the seams
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves in hell
Round head consumed with major nothings
Ears made of wax unfit to hear
Day after day, it all plays over
Dedicated loop, same year after year
Please attend, all model citizens
R.S.V.P if we can count you in, empty as we play pretend
Send our thoughts with you and to your kin
And in case we don't see you again
Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves in hell
Living feign in porcelain
And just smart enough to know nothing at all
Pull my string, and make me cry
Advertisement, moral scrawl
A semblance of choice when there's no choice at all
Out of stock, the end is nigh
Burn, body burn, burn
Now I know this might sound crazy
But I've smelled the plastic daisies
And it seems we've found ourselves in hell
Writer(s): Brian Haner, Brooks Wackerman, James Sullivan, Matthew Sanders, Zachary Baker, Jonathan Seward
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