Vídeo da música
Vídeo da música
Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Ingested
Interpretação
Kirk Windstein
Vocais principais
Sean Hynes
Guitarra elétrica
Sam Yates
Guitarra elétrica
Lyn Jeffs
Bateria
Jason Evans
Vocais principais
Dominic Grimard
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Kirk Windstein
Composição
Sean Hynes
Composição
Sam Yates
Composição
Lyn Jeffs
Composição
Jason Evans
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Christian Donaldson
Produção
Letra
[Verse 1]
Memories, shackles round my feet
I swore I wouldn't feel it, push it down till I forget
These crippling memories, manifest in death
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
[Verse 2]
When, will be enough? I can't believe I felt again
I'll never trust, another broken bird to mend
You're just a walking contradiction, you need to be the victim
What you did goes unforgiven
Cry and convince them it's all your condition
Just a fucked up, stuck up cunt
The pain you caused has no remission
[Verse 3]
I have gained a new perspective
We're all plugged in and we're defective
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Full of emptiness and sertraline
Can't live a life that's not perfected
Distort the truth till you're accepted
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Discontent unless we're living our dreams
[Verse 4]
What is your nightmare?
Insignificance, your fallacy in vain
Just as worthless as before, yet arrogance remains
[Verse 5]
Quick it's getting tough, you better find another vein
The sweetest rush, anything to make you less mundane
Afflicted are dying again and again
But you want the glory and none of the shame
[Verse 6]
Just a fucked up, stuck up cunt
The pain you caused has no remission
[Verse 7]
I have gained a new perspective
We're all plugged in and we're defective
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Full of emptiness and sertraline
Can't live a life that's not perfected
Distort the truth till you're accepted
Nothing more than neurotic machines
Discontent unless we're living our dreams
[Verse 8]
Memories, shackles round my feet
I swore I wouldn't feel it, push it down, till I forget
These crippling memories, manifest in death
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
[Verse 9]
What is your nightmare?
Insignificance, your fallacy in vain
Just as worthless as before, yet arrogance remains
[Verse 10]
Memories
These fucking memories
Cut my husk down to the ground, so I may draw another breath
Written by: Jason Evans, Kirk Windstein, Lyn Jeffs, Sam Yates, Sean Hynes