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℗ 2022 Wall of Sound Dark Mode Records
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Video Credit:
Directed by:
Ayman Al Ghamdi
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First Assistant Camera:
Al'aa Askar
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Second Assistant Camera:
Saud Hashwan

Director of Photography:
TEEO
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SFX:
Roaa Al Sahaf
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Photographers and BTS
Thamer Ossra
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Editor:
TEEO
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Producers:
Ayman Al Ghamdi
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Bandar Tambosi
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Drums Tech:
Emad Mujallid
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Abdulrahman Shami

Cast:
Abdullah Buhairi
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Wasted Land:
Ayman Al Ghamdi
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Emad Mujallid
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Ahmed Khojah
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Jude Al Dajani
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Mahmoud Tayeb
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TEMI


Intro and Outro sound effects:
Jude Al Dajani
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Faisal Alamy
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Special thanks to:
Ahmed Shawly
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Ayman Nooh
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Mostafa Fahmi
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Bandar Tambosi
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Production, recording and drumming:
Ayman Nooh
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Lyrics:
I was born as an innocent child, crawling in a pool of my mother’s blood.
I’m just a victim of a murder scene, screamed helpless where no one could hear !!


Left alone, in sight of darkness, with smell of blood, merciless shivering in fear ...
My Sickness born, into path of code, through joy of stabbing, these are my only human senses ...

My faith in the code will drive my thoughts & deeds, it becomes my primal motives to justify my righteous murdering.


My consciousness & the urge to kill, it's my daily mess I have to deal, keeping my fight to find a channel to Embrace normal living among those human kind.
Although loneliness to be my form of art.
yet,my burden to fake smiles to keep sanity.

Left alone, in sight of darkness, with smell of blood, merciless shivering in fear.
My Sickness born, into path of code, through joy of stabbing, these are my only senses


My faith in the code will drive my thoughts & deeds, it becomes my primal motives to justify my righteous murdering
As my nature will dragging me to the darkness I eternally belong.


Death is not the end, it's the beginning chain of reactions when we are not careful.
we are not what we appear from the outside, we maintain it to survive.
Through decades of killings, through the path we chose, We keep running from trust & faith.


I’ve lost myself for my sinful deeds ..
As My humanity’s gone ..
In sake of salvation failed to built friendship or even love ..
Keep turning to solitude, to cover any flaws or left tracks ..
My values lost of it all means into haunt of my dark passenger ..

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