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Devil's Garage
4
Punk
Utwór Devil's Garage został wydany 15 maja 2025 przez Thousand Islands Records jako część albumu Accidentally Funding the End of the World
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Data wydania15 maja 2025
WytwórniaThousand Islands Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Qualia and the Five Ancestors of the Great Maryland Kingdom
Qualia and the Five Ancestors of the Great Maryland Kingdom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markos Lampadiaris-Matsas
Markos Lampadiaris-Matsas
Composer
Grigoris Hatzistergiou
Grigoris Hatzistergiou
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

Inside out, inside out
In a state of rotting made for two
The thread of your love, as thin as it gets
(As thin as it gets)
Abhorrence disguised as faith
The houses you built in the warmth of May
Collapsed with September's rain
Can we get lost again?
Intentions devoid of some soul
Vacant of reason, covered in gold
Our vision is blurred and transformed
Fungus and mold disfigured it all
I wanna get lost again, in effort without disdain
I wanna get lost again, but I can't get away from all the pain
Can we get lost again?
Sick, sick, sick in the brain
Claiming that this might be God's work
But I know you're working in Devil's garage
Are we going insane?
Thinking that we're doing God's work
But I know we're working in Devil's garage
The end of times, where the prize is just the price
There's no reflection in the mirror to show you what you've become
Inside out, inside out
In a state of rotting made for two
Part of the problem, can't see a solution
Infused with the system, a doomed institution
By proxy or chance with a face of confusion
You've managed to make it this far
But at what cost, what was the point
You still haven't opened your eyes to the void
Thinking that you're doing God's work but I know
You're working in Devil's Garage
Your mind starts to rot, your thoughts decompose
You're dreading the truth but you already know
All the tools we possess for improving our lives
Are exploited for financial gain
(Your mind starts to rot and your thoughts are decomposed)
You're dreading the truth
You know you can't have enough
Sick, sick. sick in the brain
Thinking that you're doing God's work
But he's had enough
Written by: Grigoris Hatzistergiou, Markos Lampadiaris-Matsas
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