Days N Daze - Call in the Coroner [Official Music Video] скачать в хорошем качестве

Days N Daze - Call in the Coroner [Official Music Video]

Filmed in Turbeville, South Carolina by Jak Kerley/Shibby Pictures www.shibby.pictures | Facebook.com/ShibbyPictures | @ShibbyPictures ** This one was a blast. We filmed it at an abandoned motel in South Carolina. I’d been aware of this spot for quite some time, and had been dying to film in there, but I never knew what to do. Once I found out Days n Daze would be in the area, we met up and filmed. For some reason people always ask if that’s real blood, which it isn’t at all. I guess it’s much more convincing than we intended! But if anyone asks feel free to tell them it IS real… ** Fire on the innocent and the guilty On the saints and sinners alike Though apophis knows no mercy He's an angel compared to the man Who has nothing to lose The sad hunter the forsaken swain societies most malignant creation if idle hands are the devils play things these hands will crack the earth to tear the devil apart a scroll we've only taped to tear Live or die who fucking cares a void behind consumers vail Begging with intent to sell Leave me cold on jagged stone A game of cat and mouse so cruel breathe in the dirt dead skin and bone which clouds the air inside your tomb. CHORUS I've just been goin through the motions with an empty smile bolted on my face Ever since the day we started I've been stratchin' forks at empty plates Now I finally realize it's fucking pointless To fight a battle for somebody Who just does not care and never has And never will I'm better off all on my own So you can rest your head beneath head stone For all I care For all I care I've lost that lust for life I once possessed when there were fewer years And mass upon my shoulders I've lost that need to thrive That compulsion to feel to create to discover Somebody please call in the coroner Just because I'm moving Doesn't mean I'm not a corpse Soon I'll be building our casket From the scrapes of these bridges destroyed By the storms I've been brewin' CHORUS Foreign flesh to tear your insides Sharpened steel to tear your throat No longer will you be the one To tie my hanging rope It's over.