Top Songs By Anchor Lane
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anchor Lane
Performer
Conor Gaffney
Lead Vocals
Lawrence O'Brien
Electric Guitar
Graeme Newbury
Drums
Laura Takala
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lawrence O'Brien
Composer
Graeme Newbury
Composer
Conor Gaffney
Composer
Matthew Quigley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Rintoul
Producer
Lyrics
Birthday bash in the grass of a massacre
Rubbing shoulders with another mass murderer
Black door static
Sold to you by the sychophant disorder
Dark days it’s a craze
Vilify the youth for their own self-defense
A doze of pretense
Cause
In the dark the minefield makes sense
Cause we're on the brink of something big here
Stand in our way and nobody steps clear
While you preach and moan
Nobody said that our lives were perfect
But tell us again how we all deserve this
Not even your friends would save you now
Mm-mm one day the truth comes out
It must be fun having the world as your playground
Oh it’s a sickening scenery across the board Living the life that you took from us all
Hide in your bunker
Cause we're on the brink of something big here
Stand in our way and nobody steps clear
While you preach and moan
Nobody said that our lives were perfect
But tell us again how we all deserve this
Not even your friends would save you now
Dark days it’s a craze
Vilify the youth for their own self defense
A doze of false pretense
Cause
In the dark the minefield makes sense
In the dark the minefield makes sense
In the dark the minefield makes sense
In the dark the minefield makes sense
Cause we're on the brink of something big here
Stand in our way and nobody steps clear
While you preach and moan
Nobody said that our lives were perfect
But tell us again how we all deserve this
Not even your friends would save you
Cause we're on the brink of something big here
Stand in our way and nobody steps clear
Not even your friends would save you now
Written by: Conor Gaffney, Graeme Newbury, Lawrence O'Brien, Matthew Quigley