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devil's/speak
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Трек «devil's/speak» вышел в 1 мая 2026 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «VCTMS»)Pain Processing II
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АльбомPain Processing II
Дата релиза1 мая 2026 г.
ЛейблVCTMS
LanguageEnglish
Мелодичность
Акустичность
Валанс
Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM84

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
VCTMS
VCTMS
Группа
Fox Lake
Fox Lake
Группа
Michael Clampitt
Michael Clampitt
Гитара
Devin Mayfield
Devin Mayfield
Инструменталист
Meredith Henderson
Meredith Henderson
Барабаны
Nathan Johnson
Nathan Johnson
Вокал
John Matalone
John Matalone
Ведущий вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Evan Gillen
Evan Gillen
Композитор
Michael Clampitt
Michael Clampitt
Композитор
Meredith Henderson
Meredith Henderson
Автор песен
Nathan Johnson
Nathan Johnson
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Michael Clampitt
Michael Clampitt
Продюсер
Cody Stewart
Cody Stewart
Миксинг-инженер
Andrei Milosevic
Andrei Milosevic
Инженер записи вокала

Слова

[Verse 1]
I wonder if you meant it, any of the times you said it
Or did you just regret it? Every second, every minute
The sad part is I could never hate you
After everything, I still forgave you
It doesn't make sense, why I'm still upset
Still hanging onto everything that you ever said
Nights spent wondering why I wasn't enough
You left me lying on the floor with my ribs crushed
[Refrain]
I wonder if you meant it, any of the times you said it
Or did you just regret it? Every second, every minute
Did you mean it? When you said it?
Just regret it, every minute
[Verse 2]
Even love is ruthless and these wounds are proof
That we survive, but at the cost of being used
Why do I always let the wrong ones in?
To give them the satisfaction of having them win
Well, I won't bury the hatchet, I want my revenge
[Refrain]
I wonder if you meant it, any of the times you said it
Or did you just regret it? Every second, every minute
[Verse 3]
I never had it that good before
I felt so alive till I bled out on the floor
The one that stood out from the rest
Ended up as being buckshot through my chest
[Verse 4]
Fucked me up
Like an all-out blitz
Had to get a fix, got it nice from the 6
So I got a dark clique, real shit, no tricks
Bad luck, bad bitch, fuck you, feel this
[Verse 5]
What's it worth to feel your pain?
When it soon discovers rage
And we've grown to resent each other
Push ourselves away, pushing down the pain
[Bridge]
Putting faith in you was my only crime
Your words are poison dripping off the vine
I cut out every memory
Till you're fucking dead to me
[Outro]
I still hope you fucking hurt just like I did
You never deserved any ounce of my kindness
You know that I heard you fucking survived it
Still hoping you're breaking under your vices
You'll never hurt in the ways that I did
I regret all the times that I fucking forgave you
Used to abuse, so I'm easy to lie to
Still wondering why did I love you?
When I couldn't even trust you
Written by: Evan Gillen, Meredith Henderson, Michael Clampitt, Nathan Johnson
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