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The Last Martyr
The Last Martyr
Исполнитель
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Вокал
Benjamin Rogers
Benjamin Rogers
Гитара
Riccardo Andres Villegas
Riccardo Andres Villegas
Бас
Vinodh Krishnan
Vinodh Krishnan
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Monica Lorraine Tartaglia
Автор песен
Benjamin Rogers
Benjamin Rogers
Автор песен
Ricky Andreas Villegas
Ricky Andreas Villegas
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Christopher Edward Lalic
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
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