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Dead Inside
12
Punk
Dead Inside dirilis pada 10 Oktober 2025 oleh Punkerton Records sebagai bagian dari album The Hand You've Been Dealt
album cover
Tanggal Rilis10 Oktober 2025
LabelPunkerton Records
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM199

Video Musik

Video Musik

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joker's Republic
Joker's Republic
Performer
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Tambourine
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Lead Vocals
Billy Smolen
Billy Smolen
Lead Vocals
Pat Elwood
Pat Elwood
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Producer
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Mixing Engineer

Lirik

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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