Видео
Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Last Martyr
Исполнитель
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Вокал
Benjamin Rogers
Гитара
Riccardo Andres Villegas
Бас
Vinodh Krishnan
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Автор песен
Benjamin Rogers
Автор песен
Ricky Andreas Villegas
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Christopher Edward Lalic
Продюсер
Слова
Hide away
From the cold
Wear me out
But call me home
Pulling me
Through the cracks
My head in
Your hands
I will
Follow
You
I was just
Stuck under
Your thumb
And in the clarity
It stings
A lot like
Hindsight
Play it all
In vain and
Wonder
How did we
Slowly descend?
You got into
My head
I thought that
I'd know better
Some may say
It is the tide
Mind
Pulling in
What pushes back
Defined
Am I awake
Or am I
Asleep?
Am I awake
Or am I
Asleep,
Or am I
Am I awake
Or am I
And in the clarity
It stings
A lot like
Hindsight
Play it all
In vain and
Wonder
How did we
Slowly descend?
You got into
My head
I thought that
I'd know better
It stings
A lot like
Hindsight
Play it all
In vain and
So that
I would be
Taking the blame
You put me
In my place
I thought that
I'd know better
I thought that
I'd know
Better
And if you think
I should smile
Well there's a change
Of pace
I only
Wear a mask
When I'm
Off
My
Face
Come
And
Face Me
Fuck your
Reality
Come
And
Face Me
Fuck your
Mortality
Now that
I know
Better
Better
And in the clarity
It stings
A lot like
Hindsight
Play it all
In vain and
Wonder
How did we
Slowly Descend?
You got into
My head
I thought that
I'd know better
Better
Written by: Benjamin Rogers, Monica Lorraine Tartaglia, Ricky Andreas Villegas


