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Black
404
Hard Rock
Black was released on October 12, 2018 by Hopeless Records, Inc. as a part of the album Anon.
album cover
AlbumAnon.
Release DateOctober 12, 2018
LabelHopeless Records, Inc.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hands Like Houses
Hands Like Houses
Performer
Trenton Woodley
Trenton Woodley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Austin Pearson
Alexander Austin Pearson
Songwriter
Matthew Luke Cooper
Matthew Luke Cooper
Songwriter
Trenton Todd Woodley Smith
Trenton Todd Woodley Smith
Songwriter
Joel Alexander Tyrrell
Joel Alexander Tyrrell
Songwriter
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Matthew Zygmunt Parkitny
Songwriter
Colin Brittain
Colin Brittain
Songwriter
Lee Anna McCollum
Lee Anna McCollum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Brittain
Colin Brittain
Producer
Alex Prieto
Alex Prieto
Engineer
James Paul Wisner
James Paul Wisner
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in secondhand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hopin' you, hopin' you choke
Biting down hard on my tongue
'Til I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs
You're killing me
I'll take you down for free
You don't deserve to breathe
But here I am, here I am, still hearing you speak
Because I've had enough
I've gotta shut you up
'Cause you've said too much
Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in secondhand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke
Biting down hard on my tongue
'Til I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs
'Cause you're killing me
I'll take you down for free
You don't deserve to breathe
But here I am, here I am, still hearing you speak
Because I've had enough
I've gotta shut you up
'Cause you've said too much
'Cause you've said too much
('Cause you've said too much)
Biting down hard on my tongue
'Til I can taste, I can taste blood
My mouth is like a loaded gun
Screaming at the top of my, top of my lungs
I'll set your world on fire
You've cut the wrong damn wire
My good sense is gone
And I'm cutting you, cutting you down from your throne
I'm blacking out
Going down and I'm not taking prisoners
I can cut you down on my own
I'm going down and I'm not taking prisoners
I can cut you down on my own
Acid in the back of my throat
Breathing in secondhand smoke
You got me at the end of my rope
Quietly hoping you, hoping you choke
Written by: Alexander Pearson, Colin Brittain, Hands Like Houses, Joel Tyrrell, Lee Anna McCollum, Luke Cooper, Matthew Parkitny, Trenton Smith
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