Left On Red – Cutthroat (Official Music Video)

Left on Red is a Mid-Missouri supergroup that seamlessly blends a diverse array of influences into their distinct Metalcore sound. Comprised of vocalist Myles Clayborne (SAUL), drummer Shea Spence (The Many Colored Death), guitarist Corey Harness (Red Room), and bassist Anthony Brummer (Conman Economy), this powerhouse lineup is set to take the Midwest metal scene by storm. Their debut EP, “Imposter Syndrome,” showcases their ability to fuse intricate melodies, relentless rhythms, and raw emotion, establishing Left on Red as a formidable force in the Metalcore genre.

Filmed, Directed, and Edited by Albert Becker

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Lyrics:

Just sign here
And I promise I’ll make your
Dreams come true
You’ve got nothing to fear
I swear I’ll take care of you
And you’ve got everything to lose

Give us your time take your money
Take your life you can’t leave yet
You’ve got another ten years as mine
Do you regret it yet You gave up
Everything
I own you, a puppet master
pulling the strings

Wait I didn’t think this is how it would be
In this cutthroat misery
Where did all the passion get to
Sold my soul to snakes in black suits
Wait I’m feeling trapped never getting away
From this cutthroat misery
Where did all the passion get to
Take me back to where I used to be

I can’t take this suffering
Just take me back to writing in my bedroom
Dirty bars with dogshit bathrooms

I’m gonna lose my sanity
One step from the edge
wind’s starting to blow
I keep a little faith back
For a bad day
And it’s about that time

Wait I didn’t think this is how it would be
In this cutthroat misery
Where did all the passion get to
Sold my soul to snakes in black suits
Wait I’m feeling trapped never getting away
From this cutthroat misery
Where did all the passion get to
Take me back to where I used to be

Cutthroat

I let the snakes get to me, with the promises
Of rubies and gold
And now it’s time to pull myself back up
Try to find who I can trust
I want to know who my friends are
Cut out the fakes that would watch me burn
I hold my fate in my own hands
I hold the knife and it’s my turn