Vídeo de música

Vídeo de música

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Biohazard
Biohazard
Performer
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Guitar
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Lead Guitar
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Drums
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Graziadei
Billy Graziadei
Songwriter
Bobby Hambel
Bobby Hambel
Songwriter
Danny Schuler
Danny Schuler
Songwriter
Evan Seinfeld
Evan Seinfeld
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Biohazard
Biohazard
Producer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Mixing Engineer
Wharton Tiers
Wharton Tiers
Producer
Bryan Thatcher
Bryan Thatcher
Creative Director
Laura Michaels
Laura Michaels
Creative Director
Lyor Cohen
Lyor Cohen
Executive Producer
Mitchell Valentine
Mitchell Valentine
Creative Director

Letra

[Verse 1]
I make now a stand for belief that I'm steadfast
In hating all of the bullshit you give me about my future, present and past
Who are you to infringe your values upon me?
(I’ve learned the hard way)
Stepping on my toes, you've put my back to the wall
(My back to the wall)
[Verse 2]
I've been told a thousand times to give respect when due
Why do you find it so hard to believe I've got none for you?
It's my heart and my mind that I'll always follow
(I will not break)
Nor will my balls, although that I've seen that you've tried before
(Why are people fake?)
[Verse 3]
Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake
I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
I am real, in touch with my feelings and I know my place
You have shown, on the other hand, both sides of your face
[Verse 4]
See the world in a different light
Things not always black or white
Through all these years, still to this day
My hardened eyes see only shades of gray, yeah
[Verse 5]
I would never try and tell you what was right from wrong
Maybe that's why you feel that I don't belong
Always put me down for things I've said and done
Can't you see it's a war that can't be won?
(A war that can't be won)
[Verse 6]
Living in your world seems so clear and concise
Shutting out reality makes everything so nice
Paint a pretty picture black and white everyday
See my tattered canvas bleeding shades of gray
[Verse 7]
Hamburg, show me, let me see your motherfucking hands in the air
Throw 'em up, throw 'em up
[Verse 8]
Maybe you're, maybe you're, maybe you're, maybe you're
Maybe you're older, wiser in your own right, it's your mistake
I'm gonna do my own thing regardless, my choice to make
[Verse 9]
Shades of fucking gray
Written by: Billy Graziadei, Bobby Hambel, Danny Schuler, Evan Seinfeld
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