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Killing Fields

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Killing Fields werd uitgebracht op 29 mei 2026 door Atlantic Records als onderdeel van het album EI8HT

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OVERZICHT

SONGTEKSTEN

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Brent Smith

Vocals

Eric Bass

Bass

Barry Kerch

Drums

Zach Myers

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brent Smith

Songwriter

Dave Bassett

Songwriter

Eric Bass

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Eric Bass

Producer

Eric Wayne Rickert

Eric Wayne Rickert

Assistant Engineer

Ricky Sanders

Drum Technician

Ted Jensen

Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't even think you're real

But I know I'm not out here all alone

Is it you or me or someone else

One of us should run for help

Cause I dont think we'll make it on our own

Welcome to the end of days,

Fentanyl and lemonade

Couldn't hurt to try it once or twice

So welcome to the killing fields

Everything is so surreal,

But one of us is gonna pay the price

Last call in the house of mirrors

Last chance to see things clearer

I'd love to turn the page,

But pain is all the rage

It's just the two of us and no one else

When I see you, I see myself

You make me better, make me worse

Sometimes it cuts

Sometimes it hurts

We're not sick but we're not well,

We're just toxic twins on a carousel

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't think you'll ever heal

(Haven't found a cure for this)

Manufactured, make-believe

Satisfaction, guaranteed

(No peace no love no happiness)

Last call in the house of mirrors

Before the curtains close

It's just the two of us and no one else

When I see you, I see myself

You make me better, make me worse

Sometimes it cuts

Sometimes it hurts

We're not sick but we're not well,

We're just toxic twins on a carousel

I don't think you'll make it out without me

I don't think you'll make it out without me

It's just the two of us and no one else

When I see you, I see myself

You make me better, make me worse

Sometimes it cuts

Sometimes it hurts

We're not sick but we're not well,

We're just Toxic twins on a carousel

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't even think you're real,

But I know I'm not out here all alone

We're not sick but we're not well

Welcome to the end of days,

Fentanyl and lemonade

It couldn't hurt to try it all alone

(Toxic twins on a carousel)

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't even think you're real,

But I know I'm not out here all alone

(We're not sick but we're not well)

Welcome to the end of days,

Fentanyl and lemonade

It couldn't hurt to try it all alone

Toxic twins on a carousel

Toxic twins on a carousel

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't even think you're real

Welcome to the killing fields

I don't even think you're real

Written by: Brent Smith, Dave Bassett, Eric Bass

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