Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Treco
Performer
Akron Lanier Watson
Performer
Adam Souza
Piano
Lu Sun
Violin
Celeste Cumming
Cello
Nick DeFabbio
Acoustic Guitar
Sean Rubin
Bass Guitar
Elliot Wallace
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Berg
Songwriter
Robert Shenkkan
Songwriter
Wendy Bobbitt Cavett
Arranger
Greg Jarrett
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Croiter
Producer
Neil Berg
Producer
Andy Manganello
Recording Engineer
Robert Shenkkan
Producer
Doug Derryberry
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Testi
When they're throwing stones and breaking bones
Don't talk to me of love
Turn your cheek, be one of the meek
Inherent dirt, not heaven above
Wake up, the world is black or white
Bow down or fight, don't whine to me of love
Turn your cheek, be one of the meek
Inherent dirt, not Heaven above
An eye for an eye
Leaves the world blind
If we killed, we'd betray his life
And blood for blood
Will drown mankind
If we had killed, he'd still be alive
The truth of his life cuts like a knife
It's a thin razor edge that we walk
When loves hangs on tree, don't preach forgiveness to me
Or that "love your enemy" talk
Love lies in a grave, you want to be saved?
You wanna live out the rest of your life?
Then pick up the knife
Pick up the knife
Pick up the knife
An eye for an eye
Leaves the world blind
If we killed, we'd betray his life
And blood for blood
Will drown mankind
If we had killed, he'd still be alive
Don't tell me I'm the only one who feels this way
Love's a dead end, you've gotta know we've been played
Don't pretend you can't see that his promise was lies
Power's the key, power's the prize
So cut yourself free, it's in blood we baptize
Pick up the knife
Written by: Neil Berg, Robert Shenkkan

