"Crucified" is taken from Northlane’s album Anemoia, out October 30.

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‘Crucified’ by Northlane
Produced by Jonathon Deiley
Executive Production by Jordan Fish
Vocal Production by Sam Bassal
Additional Vocal Production by Marcus Bridge
Drum Production by Chris Blancato
Mixed by Buster Odeholm
Mastered by Seth Munson

Video production - Brendon Padjasek
Additional video footage - Colin Jeffs

We want blood, blood, open up
Let us feast on your thoughts and spit out the bones
if you’re offside, misaligned
we won’t rest tonight
till you’re fucking crucified

We light the match and fan the flame
shift the blame
stack the bodies
change the names
(The hate keeps growing)

Feed the beast, it won’t be tamed
no real reason
numb to logic
deaf to pain
(The hate keeps growing)

So, what do we gain if we collide
isolation, wasted time
but we don’t care who lives or dies
The hate, the takes over

Plant the thought and let it grow
we always play the victim
tangled up we may never know
that no-one ever wins here

We chase a dream we’ll never find
all signs of love we’ve left behind

Raining hell from the sky above
we write each other names in blood

blood, open up
Let us feast on your thoughts and spit out the bones
if you’re offside, misaligned
we won’t rest tonight
till you’re fucking crucified

We’re in the dark behind our walls
draw the dagger
turn it inwards
take the fall
(the hate keeps coming)

I know I’m right, I know you’re wrong
it’s decided,
stay divided
lines are drawn
(the hate keeps coming)

No, we’re not the same we’ll never be
in your eyes we’re enemies
so call yourself the victim

No resolution till we drop the...
No resolution till we drop the bomb

drop the bomb
run for cover
drop the bomb

Plant the thought, we let it grow
we always play the victim
tangled up we may never know
that no-one ever wins here

We chase a dream we’ll never find
no sign of mercy, left behind

Raining hell from the sky above
we write each other names in blood

blood, open up
Let us feast on your thoughts and spit out the bones
if you’re offside, misaligned
we won’t rest tonight
till you’re fucking crucified

We light the match and fan the flame
shift the blame
stack the bodies
change the names
(The hate keeps growing)

Feed the beast, it won’t be tamed
no real reason
numb to logic
deaf to pain
(The hate keeps growing)

So, what do we gain if we collide
isolation, wasted time
but we don’t care who lives or dies
The hate, the takes over
(And we want blood)


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