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Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trembler
Trembler
Performer
Jonathan Debuca
Jonathan Debuca
Drums
Luke Gonzales
Luke Gonzales
Lead Vocals
Stephen Sterling
Stephen Sterling
Electric Bass Guitar
Parker Sims
Parker Sims
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Debuca
Jonathan Debuca
Songwriter
Luke Gonzales
Luke Gonzales
Songwriter
Stephen Sterling
Stephen Sterling
Songwriter
Parker Sims
Parker Sims
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corey Coffman
Corey Coffman
Producer
Edsel Holden
Edsel Holden
Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

I still have visions of you holding just what might be our baby girl
The dream of color race, I wonder if they would've saved our love
The really dragging thing is I know I don't love you anymore
I suffer visions here, at least I know that I won't make you wait
We were tripping out and having such a dreamy, luscious time
You got a rib and head and broke off so much more than you can chew
Before I knew it, I saw your face splitting its own self in half
Then your eyes rolled back and I felt
The hand of God take my last call
And I watched you die
I watched your fingers turn black
We cleaned your mouth
Of all the vomit inside
I called the line
And hoped you'd make it back
And your body did
But your mind erased what we had
Exiting the room, you seem entitled to my servitude
Your words are deafening, I do not know what I would do with you
My hermano says that God thinks that I'm wrong to have my rights
My own father thinks that it's my charge to watch my neighbors die
I know he's not wrong, but where's the hope in discounting the earth?
I'm so tired of Christ, the way he makes my family see the world
If I ought to live, then look me in the eye and take my soul
Let me be the husk you want to see and use to stretch
And put through this sick joke of an end time
And I watch you die
What if the cancer comes back?
I know a cross can burn
I know my lungs are so black
I'll bury you
I hope you don't bury me
I'll see you always
I'll see you well
Written by: Jonathan Debuca, Luke Gonzales, Parker Sims, Stephen Sterling
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