Vocals: | Oliver Sykes |
Guitar: | Lee Malia |
Bass: | Matt Kean |
Drums: | Matthew Nicholls |
Guitar: | Jona Weinhofen |
Let’s play a game of Russian Roulette. I'll load the gun, you place the bets. Tell me who will make it out alive. Over and over and over
again. We play the same old games. Cards kept close to my chest: That way the secret’s kept. So wear your poker face. Here’s to the fool.
Here’s to the thief. Fiction is bitter and you got a taste. My alligator blood is starting to show. I know that you know that I know that
you know. Can’t call a bluff with a dead man’s hand. Cut me up and wear my skin. Show me how to live. Tear me down, clean me up.
Now spill my fucking guts. Just help me find a way. Or put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brain. Now you know,
you can go, you can give up trying. (Should have just called it quits) Leave before it’s too late.
When Bring Me The Horizon finally returned home from their last world tour in December 2011, they’d been on the road for two whole years. …