क्रेडिट्स

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Gugenhan
Max Gugenhan
Songwriter
Anthony Trost
Anthony Trost
Songwriter
Sandro Jaklitsch
Sandro Jaklitsch
Songwriter
David Majoran
David Majoran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nikita Baranov
Nikita Baranov
Producer

गाने

Black suits stand behind black shades
I think it's time we should renegade
I feel the fire, a burn in my lungs
A million screams, there'll be never enough
Tin soldiers got their lives in the hand
Of a dirty old rich white man
A ticking time bomb will blow us away
With a grain of salt, say it's never to late
Cold minds, money talks
Cold minds, will never love
Cold minds
It's a high time to lose your name
Between the lines of the wandering man
You can be rich or you can be poor
Your golden ticket, they don't sell it no more
We found ourselves in a shotgun shack
Went off the rails, yeah we never come back
No rhyme or reason what went so wrong
Somebody shouts yeah what can be done?
Cold minds, money talks
Cold minds, will never Love
Cold minds, yeah money talks
Cold minds
Will never love (Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)
Will never love (Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)
Will never love (Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)
Will never love (Gimme love, gimme love, gimme love)
Written by: Anthony Trost, David Majoran, Max Gugenhan, Sandro Jaklitsch
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