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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Performer
David Randall Blythe
David Randall Blythe
Vocals
William Adler
William Adler
Guitar
Christopher Adler
Christopher Adler
Drums
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitar
John Campbell
John Campbell
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Composer
John Campbell
John Campbell
Songwriter
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Songwriter
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rowe
Nick Rowe
Engineer
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Engineer
Charle's Park
Charle's Park
Assistant Engineer
Nick Zagorin
Nick Zagorin
Assistant Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This will be our last song Of this evening's selectable selection Feel free to destroy your living room Smash your mother's best China It's called "512" Here we go Six bars laid across the sky Four empty walls to fill the time One careless word, you lose your life A grave new world awaits inside, turn it up Lycanthropic survival instincts Embrace the beast and shun the weak Awake the primal one that sleeps inside Or feel the shiver running through your spine The time is slipping by, no peace in sight But the teeth of time still hold their bite My hands are painted red My future's painted black I can't recognize myself I've become someone else My hands are painted red My hands are painted red Schizophrenic amnesia Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved Forget the only life that you knew outside They bought the ticket, now you take the ride The time is slipping by, no peace in sight But the teeth of time still hold their bite My hands are painted red My future's painted black I can't recognize myself I've become someone else My hands are painted red My hands are painted red Another number quickly learns the rules A hidden burner waits to point at you A subtle gesture and you're ventilated Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment Six bars laid across the sky Four empty walls to fill the time My hands are painted red My future's painted black I can't recognize myself I've become someone else My hands are painted red My hands are painted red, red, red, red My future's painted black I can't recognize myself I've become someone else My hands are painted red My hands are painted red Thank you, good evening
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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