I woke with despair in my heart, from the pain of being alive.
Every second i spend on this earth makes me want to convulse and die.
Burn all the bones before they come to life.
Cut them down from their ceaseless strife.
You will fall, by the sword.
In the tomb, of the gravelord.
I learned how to deal with loss so many moons ago, i feel i'm dead inside but i will not subside.
One thousand eyes, shrouded in smoke, fingers of knives, in the devils cloak.
This sickness growing in your lungs, soon you'll be unable to scream,
trapped in this world of sorrow, you will fail, you will turn hollow.
Burn all the bones before they come to life.
Cut them down from their ceaseless strife.
You will fall. By the sword.
In the tomb. Of the gravelord.
The suffering you will endure,
will amount to nothing in the end,
your body will lay where the old one lies,
in the dark, in the cold, prepare to die.
THE beatdown record. modern genres wish they could hit this hard
Tyler has, by far, the most unique vocal style ever on this record, to the point that I have never heard it replicated
The record also has writing elements that I've only heard replicated in deathcore in the last 2 years like subtly slowing down into the breakdown
Heavy story for an a album as well, given that a couple tracks are purely audio samples of riots and public service announcements that really get you into that headspace. MyNameIsRedundant