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Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chad Gray
Lead Vocals
Greg Tribbett
Background Vocals
Matt McDonough
Drums
Ryan Martinie
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Gray
Songwriter
Greg Tribbett
Songwriter
Matt McDonough
Songwriter
Ryan Martinie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mudvayne
Producer
Jeremy Parker
Producer
Dave Fortman
Producer
Asim Ali
Recording Engineer
Drew Vonderhaar
Assistant Engineer
Charles Godfrey
Assistant Engineer
Mjdawn
Recording Engineer
Tekst Utworu
Long's the life
Steep's the climb
I took the match and I lit the fire, fire
Pain for the pain
My guts ache
Built by the sin that was taught by the father, the father
Now come and walk with me
A journey of a thousand miles, it starts with one step
Plowing out the rows, the bleeding of the rose
A butterfly's wings can start tornados, don't you know?
Harvesting the souls, burying the bones
Deep is the hole
Shovel's always full
I bit the dog and I beat the master, master
Eye for an eye, tooth's been pulled
Lost all control that was taught by the mother, the mother
Now come and walk with me
A journey of a thousand miles, it starts with one step
Plowing out the rows, the bleeding of the rose
A butterfly's wings can start tornados, don't you know?
Harvesting the souls, burying the bones, oh-oh-oh
Another feeble man
Arms outstretched in a distant land
Wonders where it all went wrong
He's followed us too long
Another fallen man
That failed to make a stand
What have I done wrong?
Left here all alone
The voice inside my head
Is it me or an alien?
Throw me down the stairs
Since I just don't care anymore
I can't take the wind, I can't fight the storm anymore
I don't have the will, I can't be the storm anymore
Anymore, anymore
A journey of a thousand miles, it starts with one step
Plowing out the rows, the bleeding of the rose
A butterfly's wings can start tornados, don't ya know?
Harvesting the souls, burying the bones (the souls, the bones)
The hurricane's eye is like the calm before the storm (the storm)
Darkening the shore, settling the score (the shore, the score)
A butterfly's wings can start tornados, don't you know?
Harvesting the souls, burying the bones of old (the souls, the bones)
Writer(s): Greg Tribbett, Chad L. Gray, Matthew James Mcdonough, Ryan Daniel Martinie
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