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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Johnny Christ
Johnny Christ
Basse
Synyster Gates
Synyster Gates
Guitare
Zacky Vengeance
Zacky Vengeance
Guitare
San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
Orchestre
M. Shadows
M. Shadows
Chant
Anthony Parnther
Anthony Parnther
Direction d’orchestre
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brian Haner
Brian Haner
Paroles/Composition
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Paroles/Composition
Jonathan Seward
Jonathan Seward
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Sanders
Matthew Sanders
Paroles/Composition
Zachary Baker
Zachary Baker
Paroles/Composition
Avenged Sevenfold
Avenged Sevenfold
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Avenged Sevenfold
Avenged Sevenfold
Production
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Ingénierie de mixage
Jun Murakawa
Jun Murakawa
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nick Fainbarg
Nick Fainbarg
Ingénierie de prise de son
Bruce Jacoby
Bruce Jacoby
Équipe technique des batteries
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Adam Michalak
Adam Michalak
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brian Rajaratnam
Brian Rajaratnam
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Dan Malsch
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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