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Traumatophobia
7
Metal
Traumatophobia was released on January 26, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Traumatophobia - Single
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Release DateJanuary 26, 2025
LabelIndependent
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brad V Earl
Brad V Earl
Electric Bass Guitar
Michael Lalas
Michael Lalas
Drums
Michael Spillman
Michael Spillman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Spillman
Michael Spillman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad V Earl
Brad V Earl
Recording Engineer
Gabe Mangold
Gabe Mangold
Producer

Lyrics

Compelled of Violence
The world around us burns to ashes
Engulfed in flames, the eyes of wandering souls
You can't negotiate, they want the ground beneath your feet
So take your last breath
Breathe in the fucking smoke
It must be nice to bring home the prize
Freedom at cost of blood in the soil
A frightening battle no warning no sign
We're wasting away, we bleed from the roots
The roots of this planet will bathe in their blood
Frightened and dazed, we long for the truth
There's no one to save us we can't run from
Traumatophobia
Anxious living trope, it wraps around my soul
The fear of death, it takes its toll
Try to run, or try your best to make it end
The fear of war will never bend
It must be nice to bring home the prize
Freedom at cost of blood in the soil
There's nothing left of us so go ahead and drop the bombs
We're wasting away, we bleed from the roots
The roots of this planet will bathe in their blood
There's nowhere to run, we hang from the noose
The rope on your neck will take your last breath
Frightened and dazed, we long for the truth
Living in fear, we long for the noose
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide No place in hell or on earth for the dead
Brace yourself
We paint the walls red with their blood
No one can save you from demise
Destroy the land before their eyes
No one can save you from demise
We're wasting away, we bleed from the roots
(we hang from the noose)
There's nowhere to run, we hang from the noose
The rope on your neck will take your last breath
Frightened and dazed, we long for the truth
Living in fear, we long for the noose
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
No place in hell or on earth for the dead
What hope we had Swallowed by the stomach of
War
Oh, Traumatophobia setting into my mind
Now set me free from my obsession
Come set me free
Written by: Michael Gregory Spillman
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