album cover
album cover
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jona Weinhofen
Jona Weinhofen
Background Vocals, Guitar
Oliver Sykes
Oliver Sykes
Lead Vocals
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Lead Guitar
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Bass Guitar
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Drums
Skrillex
Skrillex
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jona Weinhofen
Jona Weinhofen
Composer
Oliver Sykes
Oliver Sykes
Composer, Lyrics
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Composer
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Composer
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fredrik Nordström
Fredrik Nordström
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Henrik Udd
Henrik Udd
Mixing Engineer, Producer
Peter In De Betou
Peter In De Betou
Mastering Engineer
Andy Hayball
Andy Hayball
Assistant Engineer
KC Blitz
KC Blitz
Additional Producer
Chris Rakstraw
Chris Rakstraw
Vocal Recording Engineer, Additional Producer

Texty

Just like that you're fucking dead and gone
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
We built an empire and you took the throne
But you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
So just like that you're fucking dead and gone
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
We built an empire and you took the throne
But you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
I hope your queen was worth it
Do you still serve her on your knees?
'Cause you sat when the world was at your feet
Just slept while we lived the dream
You won't miss the water
Till the river runs dry
You won't miss the sunset
Till it burns out the sky
You won't miss what you have
Till it's finally lost
But you don't miss a bastard
When you're bearing his fucking cross
Blacklist
Nothing but a blacklist
With friends like you, there's no need for enemies
With friends like you, there's no need for anything
Blacklist
You're nothing but a blacklist
Well, truth be told I'm a little bit gutted
I mean you were always a prick, but we still seemed to love you
We started this together and it should have stuck
But there's no room for a useless, miserable fuck
Well I know I was a cunt in the final days
It just filled me with venom, filled me with rage
To see someone not give a shit
Despite of all of this
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones, dragging dead fucking weight
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist...
Blacklist
Nothing but a blacklist
With friends like you, there's no need for enemies
With friends like you, there's no need for anything
Blacklist
You're nothing but a blacklist
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck!
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones, dragging dead fucking weight
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck!
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones, dragging dead fucking weight
Written by: Jona Weinhofen, Lee Malia, Matt Kean, Matt Nicholls, Oliver Sykes
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