Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
David Randall Blythe
David Randall Blythe
Vocais principais
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitarra líder
Will Adler
Will Adler
Guitarra base
John Campbell
John Campbell
Baixo
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
David Randall Blythe
David Randall Blythe
Composição
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Composição
Will Adler
Will Adler
Composição
John Campbell
John Campbell
Composição
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Machine
Machine
Produção
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Engenharia (gravação)
Ian Whalen
Ian Whalen
Engenharia
Jeremy Miller
Jeremy Miller
Engenharia (assistente)
Brian Hoffa
Brian Hoffa
Engenharia (assistente)
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Engenharia (masterização)
Jim Feeney
Jim Feeney
Engenharia (edição)

Letra

[Intro]
Rise!
[Verse 1]
Store-bought attitude and spit
A sugar-coated piece of shit
An instant rebel, just add greed
Another useless commodity
[Verse 2]
Broken glass and a broken jaw
Lies are told in a southern drawl
Poor-house poverty's your schtick
The real thing would kill you quick
[Chorus]
Rise, again we will rise
Rise, again we will rise
[Verse 3]
Blood and fire used to fill the night
Burned and drowned by our very lives
You missed a sinking boat by years
Dollar signs, crocodile tears
[Verse 4]
It's over now and long has been
Those days are gone, won't come again
Another name crossed off the list
The real thing would kill you quick
[Chorus]
Rise, again we will rise
Rise, again we will rise
[Verse 5]
There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal, it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
[Bridge]
(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try)
(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try)
(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try)
(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try)
(This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try)
[Verse 6]
This bridge was burned before you could cross
You reap the benefits of what's lost
Go home, son, hang your costume up
A goddamn insult to the rest of us
[Verse 7]
A thousand-yard stare across the south
A full belly and a lying mouth
Mamma's boy plays heretic
The real thing would kill you quick
[Chorus]
Please rise, again we will rise
Rise, again we will rise
[Verse 8]
There's nothing for you to fight against
You're so unreal, it's evident
You'll never be one of our kind
This ain't yours, fuck you, don't try
[Outro]
Rise, fuck you, don't even try
Rise, fuck you, your time is nigh
Rise, fuck you, I've had enough
Rise, fuck you, your time is up
Rise, fuck you, don't even try
Rise, fuck you, your time is nigh
Rise, fuck you, I've had enough
Rise, fuck you, your time is up
Written by: Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Will Adler
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