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Dead Inside
12
Punk
Dead Inside foi lançado em 10 de outubro de 2025 por Punkerton Records como parte do álbum The Hand You've Been Dealt
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Data de lançamento10 de outubro de 2025
EditoraPunkerton Records
Melodicidade
Acústica
Valência
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM199

Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joker's Republic
Joker's Republic
Performer
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Tambourine
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Lead Vocals
Billy Smolen
Billy Smolen
Lead Vocals
Pat Elwood
Pat Elwood
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Producer
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Everything fades
Everything goes
Everything dies
Death has a funny way of showing his pallid face
When it's not your body that he's come for, it's your soul
Famine and Pestilence starved out my innocence
And the War within's begun to take it's toll
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
They say that Misery, she loves her company
Well, I don't wanna leave her out to dry
What good is empathy when you can't do a damn thing?
No matter how hard that I try I still feel nothing
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
(Whoa)
Numb and deprived
(Whoa)
Shell of a man
(Whoa)
I think I'm dead inside
(Whoa)
I've had the life drained out of me, and I can hardly even breathe
I'm well aware that I've become an empty husk of the person that I'm pretty sure I used to be
With no promises of hope, and no penalty of guilt
And no energy to fight back or clean up the blood I've spilt
(Whoa)
Numb and deprived
(Whoa)
Shell of a man
(Whoa)
A ghost of a different kind
(Whoa)
(Whoa)
When I said I'm fine
(Whoa)
Clearly I lied
(Whoa)
I've think I'm dead inside
(Whoa)
Written by: Austen Gray Mulligan
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