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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Designer Disguise
Designer Disguise
Performer
Wow That's What I Call Metalcore
Wow That's What I Call Metalcore
Performer
Jackson Bengtsson
Jackson Bengtsson
Lead Vocals
Justin White
Justin White
Electric Guitar
Josh Wildhorn
Josh Wildhorn
Electric Guitar
Ethan Schmidt
Ethan Schmidt
Electric Bass Guitar
Chris Lucier
Chris Lucier
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig S. Lawson
Craig S. Lawson
Songwriter
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
Bobby Sandamanie
Bobby Sandamanie
Songwriter
Jonathan Smith
Jonathan Smith
Songwriter
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hiram Hernandez
Hiram Hernandez
Producer

Letra

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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Bobby Sandimanie, Craig S Lawson, Michael L. Tyler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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