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Dead Inside
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Punk
Трек «Dead Inside» вышел в 10 октября 2025 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Punkerton Records»)The Hand You've Been Dealt
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Дата релиза10 октября 2025 г.
ЛейблPunkerton Records
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM199

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Joker's Republic
Joker's Republic
Исполнитель
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Тамбурин
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Ведущий вокал
Billy Smolen
Billy Smolen
Ведущий вокал
Pat Elwood
Pat Elwood
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Austen Gray Mulligan
Austen Gray Mulligan
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Roger Lima
Roger Lima
Продюсер
Eric Taft
Eric Taft
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

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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