Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristan Dawson
Lead Guitar
Daniel Winter-Bates
Vocals
Adam Jackson
Drums
Davyd Winter-Bates
Bass
Ed Hartwell
Rhythm Guitar
Tom Prendergast
Keyboards
Dan Weller
Programming
Loz Taylor
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kristan Dawson
Songwriter
Daniel Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Adam Jackson
Songwriter
Davyd Winter-Bates
Songwriter
Ed Hartwell
Songwriter
Tom Prendergast
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Weller
Producer
Ellis 'The Power' Powell-Bevan
Recording Engineer
Georgia Fullalove
Additional Producer
Joseph McQueen
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I've watched a dawn through the eyes of the dead
I've seen their sorry souls holding onto their threads
And what the fuck have they got to show for it?
Pain, suffering, regret
And there's a fine wired lined wrapped around all their necks
They're punishing themselves, while they're paying for it
I'm tightening the line, now they're struggling for breath
Consume, ignore, restrict, behead
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
I'm going in
I'm sick of swallowing the lies we've been fed
I've felt the chains of the condemned
The falsely led, and what the fuck have we got to show for it?
Pain, suffering, regret
There's a fine-wired lined wrapped around all their necks
They're punishing themselves, while they're praying for it
I'm tightening the line, now they're struggling for breath
Consume, ignore, restrict, behead
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
Assimilate to annihilate, freedom is not yours to take
Stand alone, watch the sun eclipse
Drown your fear, last of the heretics
Last of the heretics
Last of the heretics
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
Rise, aura confined and blindly we find
The birth of the obscene
Lies, through forgetful eyes
The death of the light
To reveal what was foreseen
It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul
It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul
It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul
It's uncomfortable, a promise infernal, my sacrificial soul
Writer(s): Adam Jackson, Daniel Winter Bates, David Winter Bates, Kristan Dawson, Tom Prendergast, Ed Hartwell
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