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Mark Barron
Mark Barron
Stimme und Gesang
Robert Cuffin
Robert Cuffin
Gitarre
Cameron Lowe
Cameron Lowe
E-Bassgitarre
Sean Barton
Sean Barton
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mark Barron
Mark Barron
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Barron
Mark Barron
Produzent:in
Cameron Lowe
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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