album cover
1983
185
Metal
1983 adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Carcosa under exclusive license to Arson Theory tarafından 15 Ekim 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıThe Axe Forgets, The Tree Remembers
album cover
Çıkış Tarihi15 Ekim 2025
FirmaCarcosa under exclusive license to Arson Theory
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM179

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carcosa
Carcosa
Performer
Andrew Baena
Andrew Baena
Guitar
Johnny Ciardullo
Johnny Ciardullo
Vocals
Cooper Lagace
Cooper Lagace
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Baena
Andrew Baena
Composer
Johnny Ciardullo
Johnny Ciardullo
Composer
Cooper Lagace
Cooper Lagace
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buster Odeholm
Buster Odeholm
Mixing Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

I am my father’s son
A seed was sown into the fabric of my being
For our love to grown and the desire to feed
But history repeats and my hubris has weakened
So through the cracks my inheritance creeps in
I don’t want a part in your story
I just yearn to be free
A passing glance in the mirror
Is a hard pill to swallow
What I’m left with is vacant & hollow
I rode that chariot & flew just like apollo
I was alive in that red Monte Carlo
& when I close my eyes
That fear wells up deep inside
Oh my god what have I done?
But I am my father’s son
I am my father’s son
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you break
A frail broken man
& There’s no second chance
But I believe that blood means nothing when it drawn by your hands
Your clenched fists brought pain upon our family
We watched her scream
We saw your shame
I will never be the same
A passing glance in the mirror
Is a hard pill to swallow
What I’m left with is vacant & hollow
I rode that chariot
Flew just like apollo
I was alive in that red Monte Carlo
& when I close my eyes
That fear wells up inside
Oh my god what have I done?
But I am my father’s son
Breakdown:
When will I learn?
Embodied regret
Encapsulated with guilt
Finding love, breeding hate
And I will fail again
A passing glance in the mirror
Is a hard pill to swallow
What I’m left with is vacant & hollow
I rode that chariot & flew just like apollo
I was alive in that red Monte Carlo
I was blind but now I see
And I know our name will die with me
Then I’ll be free (Then I’ll be free)
1983
Written by: Andrew Baena, Cooper Lagace, Johnny Ciardullo
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