Top Songs By Making Blind Eyes See
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mark Barron
Stimme und Gesang
Robert Cuffin
Gitarre
Cameron Lowe
E-Bassgitarre
Sean Barton
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mark Barron
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Barron
Produzent:in
Cameron Lowe
Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
You won't win this game
'Cause all of your cards are showing
And I've seen every move
That you could ever
Ever make
Fuck
Blink and you'll miss it
Every nuance in the game
A firing range of false hope
That you leave us to arrange
I've got too much to say
I don't think I can hold it in
You are the whole disease
Eyes closed
Head high
Building
Your plight
Brought to
Our knees
Why can't
They see?
You're the
Disease
Cancer
Spreading
Infect
Mindset
Spread your bullshit somewhere else
And don't you dare think that I
Will ever succumb to the oversight
Gaslight and run from all the blame
But I'll light the match and throw the flame
Dealers choice
You won't win this game
'Cause all of your cards are showing
And I've seen every move
That you could ever make
Played your hand too soon
And now we're all wide awake
A split second is all it takes
Blink and you'll miss it
Blink and you'll miss it
You're nothing
The god complex got old
When you fell short of
Average
Your empty threats hold no weight
A "silver tongue" that turned out to be
Fool's gold
BLEGH
I won't
Forgive
No more
Repeats
You can't
Defeat
Those who see through your deceit
Stand up
Walk out
No one wants you to come back
Open
Your eyes
You've never been more wrong in your life
And don't you dare think that I
Wouldn't pull the trigger
Without a second of hesitation
You've got
Nothing
To take
From me
You won't win this game
Cause' all of your cards are showing
And I've seen every move
That you could ever make
Played your hand too soon
And now we're wide awake
A split second is all it takes
Blink and you'll miss it
It makes my skin crawl
Makes me go to a place
Where every conceivable form of violence
Is on display
Blink and you'll miss it
Blink and you'll miss it
Still nothing
The god complex got old
When you fell short of
Average
An empty threat holds no weight
Writer(s): Mark Barron
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