Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Klogr
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriele Rustichelli
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabriele Rustichelli
Producer
Tekst Utworu
(Haha, so now, I need your help)
(When you're touring for two months, you create a family)
(Like this night, Germany, Italy, one big rock metal family)
(So please, make some fucking noise for our brothers, Inner Vitriol)
(Good, good, good)
(And now please, make some fucking noise for the kings, Evergrey)
(In Italy we call this "buzz", this is not a fucking noise)
(So please make some fucking noise for Ever-motherfucker-grey)
(Better, better)
(The next song is called "The Twisted Art")
Manipulation, it's a twisted art
Bringing me down, tear me apart
Rationalize each sordid deed
Leaving wounds that never heed
Your circle of deceit, now feels like a defeat
Hollow promises, the trick is complete
Caught in your cobweb that leaves you numb
This is the game, where you belong
It's truth, a concept you can't understand, 'cause you're so resigned
The pain you caused, left you forsaken, but you don't mind
Selling reality, filthy as it seems
No compromise and no refuse
I've tried to understand which parts you pretend
Not oblivious until the end
Hate, lies, where do they come from
It's truth, a concept you can't understand, cause you're so resigned
The pain you caused, left you forsaken, but you don't mind
(We're talking about a family, so let me introduce my family)
(On my left side, Crivez on guitar)
(On my right side, Pivo on bass)
(On my back, J-motherfucker-drummer)
(And please make some fucking noise for our amazing crew)
(Fede, Diego, Alex, Andreas and Jann)
(And remember, you made this fucking show with your energy)
(Thank you very much, make some fucking noise for you)
Hate, lies, where do they come from
Violence creating eyes full of rage
Promises, words, are empty now
Complete abandon, still won't admit it this time
Hate, lies, where do they come from
Violence creating eyes full of rage
Promises, words, are empty now
Complete abandon, still won't admit it this time
It's truth, a concept you can't understand, 'cause you're so resigned
The pain you caused, left you forsaken, but you don't mind
(From the bottom of my heart, thank you)
(Danke Schön)
Written by: Gabriele Rustichelli
