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Dead Inside
12
Punk
Dead Inside est sorti le 10 octobre 2025 par Punkerton Records dans le cadre de l'album The Hand You've Been Dealt
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Date de sortie10 octobre 2025
LabelPunkerton Records
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM199

Clip vidéo

Clip vidéo

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Joker's Republic
Joker's Republic
Interprète
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Tambourin
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Voix principales
Billy Smolen
Billy Smolen
Voix principales
Pat Elwood
Pat Elwood
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Production
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Everything fades
Everything goes
Everything dies
Death has a funny way of showing his pallid face
When it's not your body that he's come for, it's your soul
Famine and Pestilence starved out my innocence
And the War within's begun to take it's toll
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
They say that Misery, she loves her company
Well, I don't wanna leave her out to dry
What good is empathy when you can't do a damn thing?
No matter how hard that I try I still feel nothing
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
(Whoa)
Numb and deprived
(Whoa)
Shell of a man
(Whoa)
I think I'm dead inside
(Whoa)
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
(Whoa)
Numb and deprived
(Whoa)
Shell of a man
(Whoa)
A ghost of a different kind
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
When I said I'm fine
(Whoa)
Clearly I lied
(Whoa)
I've think I'm dead inside
(Whoa)
Written by: Austen Gray Mulligan
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