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Parkway Drive - "Writings on the Wall" (Full Album Stream)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Gitarre
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Stimme und Gesang
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Gitarre
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Schlagzeug
Jia O'Connor
Jia O'Connor
Bass
Christian Vachon
Christian Vachon
Geige
Greg Weeks
Greg Weeks
Cello
Maria Demacheva
Maria Demacheva
Geige
Tim Millar
Tim Millar
Klavier
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luke Kilpatrick
Luke Kilpatrick
Songwriter:in
Winston McCall
Winston McCall
Songwriter:in
Jeff Ling
Jeff Ling
Songwriter:in
Ben Gordon
Ben Gordon
Songwriter:in
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
Greg Weeks
Greg Weeks
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
George Hadjichristou
George Hadjichristou
Produzent:in
Peter Rutcho
Peter Rutcho
Mischtechniker:in
Dean Hadjichristou
Dean Hadjichristou
Ingenieur:in
Kevin Dietz
Kevin Dietz
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
When you're born in the dirt the only way to grow is up
So we reach for the sun but it seems
Every rung that you climb is another crooked line
That you cross off the tally of your dreams
Don't step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast
Every face has its place in the crowd
They'll give you all the answers, so you don't ask any questions
Then they'll march you with a smile into the ground
[Verse 2]
And we all go to heaven in a little row boat
[Verse 3]
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop
Put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop
[Verse 4]
This stray dog world, this sick sad place
Got a belly full of maggots and disease
Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse
Every word is a lie you best believe
We take one step forward, then two steps back
In a race to the bottom of the barrel
They teach us how to fear, they teach us how to hate
Then they arm us and they march us off to hell
[Verse 5]
And it's left, left, left right left
[Verse 6]
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop
Put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop
[Verse 7]
This ain't ever gonna stop
[Verse 8]
Because they came for our minds
We said nothing
They came for our hopes
We said nothing
They came for our souls
And still we said nothing
Now they're coming for our lives
So what's it gonna take?
[Verse 9]
So what's it gonna take?
What's it gonna take?
What's it gonna take?
[Verse 10]
See how they run, see how they run
[Verse 11]
So put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop
Put your hands up, put your hands up
If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough
Put your hands up, put your hands up
We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop
Written by: Ben Gordon, Jeff Ling, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston McCall
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