Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Kharma
Interprète
Jordan Moten
Voix principales
Andrew Perez
Guitare électrique
Bryce Tollner
Batterie
Brian Pilla
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jordan Moten
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Perez
Paroles/Composition
Bryce Tollner
Paroles/Composition
Brian Pilla
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jon Markson
Production
Paroles
Angel in the eyes of the few you've fooled
But I see right through, see what you truly are
A parasite, a leech, won't practice what you preach
Had enough of your shit, I'm at the end of my leash
Manipulator with a tongue made of silver
An infiltrator, whose intentions aren't pure
A disease to this thing that we love
Guess that means that I'm the cure
Liked by few and loved by less
Sheep among wolves trying to fit with the rest
Got a lot to say, won't say it with your chest
The guiltiest are the first to pass the blame
Try to cling to a movement as way to mask shame
Manipulator with a tongue made of silver
An infiltrator whose intentions aren't pure
A disease to this thing that we love
Guess that means that I'm the cure
Clip your wings and bleed you dry
Today's the day your true colors come to light
Writer(s): Andrew Perez, Brian Pilla, Bryce Tollner, Jordan Moten
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