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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Guitare principale
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Voix principales
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Basse
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Claviers
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Paroles/Composition
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Paroles/Composition
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Paroles/Composition
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Production
George Gumbs
George Gumbs
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nicolas Fournier
Nicolas Fournier
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
Ingénierie
Dana Nielsen
Dana Nielsen
Ingénierie
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Ingénierie
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Ingénierie de mixage
Erich Talaba
Erich Talaba
Ingénierie
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Production
Dave Collins
Dave Collins
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Knot it tight so I won't get loose Truth is you can stop and stare Bled myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out of reach somewhere Yeah, someone pour it in Make it a dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away, just to throw it away I bleed it out Go, stop the show Choppy words and a sloppy flow Shotgun opera, lock and load Cock it back and then watch it go Mama help me, I've been cursed Death is rolling in every verse Candy paint on his brand new hearse Can't contain him, he knows he works Fuck, this hurts, I won't lie Doesn't matter how hard I try Half the words don't mean a thing And I know that I won't be satisfied So why try ignoring him Make it a dirt dance floor again Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away, just to throw it away I bleed it out I've opened up these scars I'll make you face this I pulled myself so far I'll make you face this now I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away, just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away, just to throw it away I bleed it out I bleed it out I bleed it out
Writer(s): Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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