Jay Bring Me The Horizon - Chains (Unofficial Music Video) Fan-Made Track AI

🎯 Загружено автоматически через бота: 🚫 Оригинал видео: 📺 Данное видео принадлежит каналу «Jay» (@Jaychitect). Оно представлено в нашем сообществе исключительно в информационных, научных, образовательных или культурных целях. Наше сообщество не утверждает никаких прав на данное видео. Пожалуйста, поддержите автора, посетив его оригинальный канал. ✉️ Если у вас есть претензии к авторским правам на данное видео, пожалуйста, свяжитесь с нами по почте support@, и мы немедленно удалим его. 📃 Оригинальное описание: This is a fan-made Bring Me The Horizon track created largely with Udio AI. The idea was to basically create a That’s The Spirit song with a Survival Horror-style breakdown. Pre-save on Spotify (coming soon): [verse 1] Tried to call, got no reception Got a knack for self-deception My ego and my insecurities play cat and mouse Overhauled my resurrection Cut me slack, false self-perception Amigo, are my inner demons dripping out my mouth? [chorus] I settle into the static Like my sins are nostalgic I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Try to focus on myself But I throw guts up, it’s hell I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Chains, chains I can’t tell my comforts from my chains [verse 2] Sound the self-pity siren Crowned myself my own tyrant Don’t you know I’m a sucker for a put-down? Doubt’s a symptom of highness Drowned my saviour in sadness Don’t you know I won’t spill my guts? I’ll shut down [pre-chorus] ’Cause there’s a fiction in my head Paint pretty pictures of the end Flood my mind Can’t seem to find The will to let go of rewind Torture myself internally Every mistake plays on repeat When will I learn? The tide won’t turn Self-crucifixion’s kinda fun [chorus] I settle into the static Like my sins are nostalgic I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Try to focus on myself But I throw guts up, it’s hell I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Chains, chains I can’t tell my comforts from my chains [bridge/breakdown] Tried to call, got no reception Got a knack for self-deception My ego and my insecurities play cat and mouse Everything’s gone to sh*t (I hereby declare a circle pit) Move! Move! F***ing move! [Elephant sound] [Unintelligible deathcore vocalisation] [chorus] I settle into the static Like my sins are nostalgic I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Try to focus on myself But I throw guts up, it’s hell I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Chains, chains I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Chains, chains I can’t tell my comforts from my chains Chains