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This cover was produced and mixed by Scotty Daniels.
All instruments composed by Scotty Daniels.
Lead vocals by Blake Curby.
Original song performed by The Devil Wears Prada.
The Devil Wears Prada is:
Jeremy DePoyster
Mike Hranica
Kyle Sipress
Jonathan Gering
Giuseppe Capolupo
Mason Nagy
The Devil Wears Prada is an American metalcore band from Dayton, Ohio, formed in 2005. At one time known as a Christian metalcore band, it consists of members Mike Hranica (vocals, additional guitar), Jeremy DePoyster (rhythm guitar, vocals), Kyle Sipress (lead guitar, backing vocals), Mason Nagy (bass), Jonathan Gering (keyboards, backing vocals), and Giuseppe Capolupo (drums). The band had maintained its original line-up until keyboardist James Baney left the band. To date, the group has released seven studio albums: Dear Love: A Beautiful Discord (2006), Plagues (2007), With Roots Above and Branches Below (2009), Dead Throne (2011), 8:18 (2013) Transit Blues (2016), and The Act (2019). Their eighth studio album, Color Decay, was released on September 16, 2022.
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Genres: Metalcore, Deathcore, Post-hardcore
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Lyrics:
I hate when I get left alone
I'm sure that all these calls are getting old
A short drive just get me home
The cost is nowhere near to what I owe
From the back of the car it's sinking in
Like a shot of fear and adrenaline
I'm a lost cause with nothing left
Can't you see that?
My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can't stand, lost too much
I know I've got my problems
How did it start?
This episode's got me crawling and flying
I'm high and I'm low
I watch from afar and make my bets
As you sit back and light a cigarette
A lost cause with nothing left
Can't you see that?
My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can't stand, lost too much
I know I've got my problems
Everyday I'm afraid
That I might find the bottom
My hands are torn up
I know I've got my problems
Drink it down, I'm on empty
Shaking now, please don't worry
It surrounds all that I see
I'm on empty
My hands are torn up
From all these broken bottles
I can't stand, lost too much
I know I've got my problems
Everyday I'm afraid
That I might find the bottom
My hands are torn up
I know I've got my problems
