Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Christ
Johnny Christ
Bass
Synyster Gates
Synyster Gates
Guitar
Zacky Vengeance
Zacky Vengeance
Guitar
San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
San Bernadino Symphony Orchestra
Orchestra
M. Shadows
M. Shadows
Vocals
Anthony Parnther
Anthony Parnther
Conductor
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Haner
Brian Haner
Songwriter
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Songwriter
Jonathan Seward
Jonathan Seward
Songwriter
Matthew Sanders
Matthew Sanders
Songwriter
Zachary Baker
Zachary Baker
Songwriter
Avenged Sevenfold
Avenged Sevenfold
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Avenged Sevenfold
Avenged Sevenfold
Producer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
Jun Murakawa
Jun Murakawa
Recording Engineer
Nick Fainbarg
Nick Fainbarg
Recording Engineer
Bruce Jacoby
Bruce Jacoby
Drum Technician
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Adam Michalak
Adam Michalak
Recording Engineer
Brian Rajaratnam
Brian Rajaratnam
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Malsch
Dan Malsch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

My vinyl skin provides protection It holds in place my plastic bones Cast button eyes reflect an image And all seems as it should, but there's nobody home Cue the breeze that sway the painted trees Toy yellow birds upon the rooftops sing In chorus with the buzzing bees Melt in sun LED beams, from the sky being held on a string While boredom tears me apart at the seams Now I know this might sound crazy But I've smelled the plastic daisies And it seems we've found ourselves in hell Round head consumed with major nothings Ears made of wax unfit to hear Day after day, it all plays over Dedicated loop, same year after year Please attend, all model citizens R.S.V.P if we can count you in, empty as we play pretend Send our thoughts with you and to your kin And in case we don't see you again Good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight Now I know this might sound crazy But I've smelled the plastic daisies And it seems we've found ourselves in hell Living feign in porcelain And just smart enough to know nothing at all Pull my string, and make me cry Advertisement, moral scrawl A semblance of choice when there's no choice at all Out of stock, the end is nigh Burn, body burn, burn Now I know this might sound crazy But I've smelled the plastic daisies And it seems we've found ourselves in hell
Writer(s): Brian Haner, Brooks Wackerman, James Sullivan, Matthew Sanders, Zachary Baker, Jonathan Seward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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