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...a cold static eulogy
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Metal
...a cold static eulogy foi lançado em 21 de abril de 2023 por Nuclear Blast como parte do álbum HissThroughRottenTeeth
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Data de lançamento21 de abril de 2023
SeloNuclear Blast
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Interpretação
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Vocais principais
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Guitarra elétrica
Declan White
Declan White
Guitarra elétrica
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Brandon Jonathon Schecker
Bateria
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Christian Joseph Pedersen
Baixo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Alexander Hill
Alexander Hill
Composição
Joshua Taafe
Joshua Taafe
Composição
Mason Page
Mason Page
Composição
Billy Morris
Billy Morris
Composição
Declan White
Declan White
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Mélancolia
Mélancolia
Produção
Declan White
Declan White
Produção

Letra

Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy
Bury me in misery
No soul to hear my eulogy
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've buried shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows
In cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten, suspended, I swing from rope
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born, so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
A thirst I cannot satiate
The crypt, it makes me salivate
For eyes roll back into a head
A eulogy now left unread
Before these wounds begin to scab
I'll rub these gapes in salt and glass
Just to remember what it's like
To feel a moment spent at rest
I can almost taste the flooding of formaldehyde
Formaldehyde
This spineless vessel never felt alive
Formaldehyde
Fuck
Hacking at the tendons until the blade breaks on bone
I would swallow razors and smile through bleeding gums
Fill my lungs with nausea and pray my breath makes me choke
I can feel it tighten suspended, I swing from rope
Swallow until you choke on all that's hollow
Into the grave you've dug that's shallow
Stuck in the dread that surely follows
In cycles born of death
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
Dress me in black
And place a rose upon my chest
Dress me in black
A crown of thorns upon my head
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
I wish the earth to be my open casket
No soul to weep in pain
A sour final resting place
As is born so is slain
We will mark a grave
A rotten garden pushing daisies
Written by: Alexander Hill, Billy Morris, Declan White, Joshua Taafe, Mason Page
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