同様の曲
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dan Searle
Drums
Adam Christianson
Electric Guitar
Antonia Kesel
Violin
Will Harvey
Violin
Edward Bale
Viola
Tim Lowes
Cello
Alex Verster
Double Bass
Choir Noir
Vocals
Patrick J Pearson
Piano
Tristan Button
Trumpet
Nicholai Andersen
Trumpet
Anders Farstad
Trumpet
Susanne Skou
Horn
Jari Kamsula
Horn
Ignacio Montero Requena
Horn
Palle Schou Nielsen
Horn
Marek Stolarczyk
Trombone
Fabrice Godin
Trombone
Jens Vind
Trombone
Amélie Searle-Desbiens
Background Vocals
Alex Ali Dean
Keyboards
Josh Middleton
Electric Guitar
Sam Carter (Architects)
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Searle
Songwriter
Adam Christianson
Songwriter
Alex Ali Dean
Songwriter
Josh Middleton
Songwriter
Sam Carter (Architects)
Songwriter
Simon Dobson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Searle
Producer
Zakk Cervini
Mixing Engineer
Pete Miles
Engineer
Adam Getgood
Engineer
Joachim Hejslet
Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Josh Middleton
Co-Producer
歌詞
The Gospel distorted
It leaves my blood running cold
But still they say
I'm rigging the ritual
I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive
It's so convoluted
They're just trepanning for gold
May they rest in peace
'Cause they're fucking dead to me
Well, there's your eulogy
The water's polluted
My feathers caught in the spill
Nobody said that it would be safe up here
I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive
Your salvation's a letdown, oh
Oh, I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive
It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently
No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, God help me
There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, hopefully
Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me
It leaves a mark on the mind, it weaves a web in the background silently
No time to spare, no sign of the exit wound, god help me
There's no drying off once you're soaked right down to the bone, hopefully
Somebody thinks of me in the aftermath, woe is me
Woe is me
I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry
I never said that I was giving blood for the unbelievers
Bleeding out like a devil in disguise
They shot a hole in the parachute
'Cause I'd rather feel alive
Your salvation's a letdown, oh
Oh, I'm sorry that I'd rather feel, I'd rather feel alive
Writer(s): Daniel Joseph Searle, Alex Anthony Dean, Joshua Middleton, Adam Michael Christianson, Sam Carter
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