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Lyrics:
“Why play dead
When you could play God?”
I feel the earth shake
Provoking my next move
Take the steel from my temple
And point the gun at you
Indulge us with your death
No tongue to say Amen
Spit for your final breath
Charged for repeat offense
No room to sanctify
Your filth is piled high
Eye for an eye
Eye for your blood
Eye for your worthless life
You made this bed now bleed out in it
Benefit of the doubt again, again, again, again
and still you dug your own grave
Attack of conscience
Get what you wanted
A martyred agnostic
Holding hope like it’s your hostage
I will not hide in shame
You lied to make the frame
Pardoned for what I’ve done
Exposing skeletons
I’ll drag your body
Until your skin is falling off
I will not let you rest
Scripture etched into lead
Pray for forgiveness from a slug
Directly into your chest
Bend at the knee.
I’m taking everything.
They are quick to forget
But you are quick to be forgotten
Now play dead
I am become your God
One. Last. Time.
Credits:
Performed by Asha Locke, Tyler Fieldhouse, Cameron Subic, Ali Reed, Tyler Peterson.
Written by Asha Locke and Tyler Fieldhouse.
Recorded by Lee Dyess. Mixed, produced, and vocal engineering by Hansel Romero. Mastered by Matt Goings.
Socials:
instagram.com/giltfl
https://x.com/giltfl
facebook.com/giltfl
gilt.bandcamp.com
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Pre-save I Saw Myself In The Black Screen ffm.to/ismitbs
Pre-order I Saw Myself In The Black Screen Vinyl smartpunk.com/products/gilt-i-saw-myself-in-the-black-screen
Lyrics:
“Why play dead
When you could play God?”
I feel the earth shake
Provoking my next move
Take the steel from my temple
And point the gun at you
Indulge us with your death
No tongue to say Amen
Spit for your final breath
Charged for repeat offense
No room to sanctify
Your filth is piled high
Eye for an eye
Eye for your blood
Eye for your worthless life
You made this bed now bleed out in it
Benefit of the doubt again, again, again, again
and still you dug your own grave
Attack of conscience
Get what you wanted
A martyred agnostic
Holding hope like it’s your hostage
I will not hide in shame
You lied to make the frame
Pardoned for what I’ve done
Exposing skeletons
I’ll drag your body
Until your skin is falling off
I will not let you rest
Scripture etched into lead
Pray for forgiveness from a slug
Directly into your chest
Bend at the knee.
I’m taking everything.
They are quick to forget
But you are quick to be forgotten
Now play dead
I am become your God
One. Last. Time.
Credits:
Performed by Asha Locke, Tyler Fieldhouse, Cameron Subic, Ali Reed, Tyler Peterson.
Written by Asha Locke and Tyler Fieldhouse.
Recorded by Lee Dyess. Mixed, produced, and vocal engineering by Hansel Romero. Mastered by Matt Goings.
Socials:
instagram.com/giltfl
https://x.com/giltfl
facebook.com/giltfl
gilt.bandcamp.com
