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From the Darkest of Places
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
THIS CURSE
THIS CURSE
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Galletta
Joseph Galletta
Songwriter
Ethan Kennedy
Ethan Kennedy
Songwriter
Jake Fletcher
Jake Fletcher
Songwriter
Branton Shpilevsky
Branton Shpilevsky
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Armellino
Richard Armellino
Producer

Letra

I'm fucking broke I've waited my whole life But will I be repaid for everything I've sacrificed And from the battle we fought for too long It's clear that you and me were probably wrong You think you're royalty I'll walk you to the place you rot The scars, they always bleed Trying to be something you're not Cause once they taste that They'll all be back for more Head down, fist clenched, I see red But the crack's in your foundation Swallowing your pride is only a means to an end When you're living so close to the edge False alarms and followers do grave harm And I saw what I'd be If you took over me I watched you lie through your teeth I'm fucking broke I should have never fucking spoke We're all surrounded by those who state their purpose like a joke I don't get the joy that you get from simple words of hope Head down, fist clenched, I see red But the crack's in your foundation Swallowing your pride is only a means to an end When you're living so close to the edge And I saw what I'd be If you took over me I watched you lie through your teeth I won't hold on to you I won't hold on to you I won't hold on to you I won't hold on to you Because you drag me through hell Because you drag me through hell I'll leave this rope tied for you Head down, fist clenched, I see red But the crack's in your foundation Swallowing your pride is only a means to an end When you're living so close to the edge Head down, fist clenched, I see red
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