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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lamb of God
Lamb of God
Performer
David Randall Blythe
David Randall Blythe
Vocals
William Adler
William Adler
Guitar
Christopher Adler
Christopher Adler
Drums
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Guitar
John Campbell
John Campbell
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willie Adler
Willie Adler
Composer
Mark Morton
Mark Morton
Composer
John Campbell
John Campbell
Songwriter
Chris Adler
Chris Adler
Songwriter
Randy Blythe
Randy Blythe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Wilbur
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rowe
Nick Rowe
Engineer
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Engineer
Charle's Park
Charle's Park
Assistant Engineer
Nick Zagorin
Nick Zagorin
Assistant Engineer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
One careless word, you lose your life
A grave new world awaits inside
[Verse 1]
Lycanthropic survival instincts
Embrace the beast and shun the weak
Awake the primal one that sleeps inside
Or feel the shiver running through your spine
[PreChorus]
The time is slipping by, no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite
[Chorus]
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red
My hands are painted red
[Verse 2]
Schizophrenic amnesia
Bid goodbye to all you knew and loved
Forget the only life that you knew outside
They bought the ticket, now you take the ride
[PreChorus]
The time is slipping by, no peace in sight
But the teeth of time still hold their bite
[Chorus]
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red
My hands are painted red
[Bridge]
Another number quickly learns the rules
A hidden burner waits to point at you
A subtle gesture and you're ventilated
Talk isn't cheap here, bleed out in payment
[Bridge]
Six bars laid across the sky
Four empty walls to fill the time
[Chorus]
My hands are painted red
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red
My hands are painted red, red, red, red
[Outro]
My future's painted black
I can't recognize myself
I've become someone else
My hands are painted red
My hands are painted red
Written by: Chris Adler, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Randy Blythe, Willie Adler
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