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Down to This - Lionshare
Down to This - #Hardcore команда из Северной Каролины, находящаяся под сильным влиянием New York #Hardcore. DTT была основана в 2008 году Рэймондом Толером, Джоном Ноэлом, Джоном Картером и Джошем Уорденом.
#Sick of It All, #Madball, #Agnostic Front - группы, по словам музыкантов, которые оказали наибольшее влияние на их творчество. Ха! А кто если не они?
City of Industry - Guilt
#Hardcore группа из Сиэтла "City Of Industry" выпустила новый видеоролик "Guilt".
With the mysteries of God hovering over our heads,
It's hard to see clearly without a sense of guilt.
Cancer of the spirit, I can't hear it!
Blinded by my lukewarm heart,
from the start, I always miss the mark.
I push these gifts away, not knowing what I do,
A sense of guilt is what I always need to pull me through.
Wake up my soul, pay the toll,
I'm done, I'm waning, pride is bleeding,
I just want to let this whole ship sink.
Wake up my soul, led by the nose,
my guilt, it grows, and grows,
and grows and grows and grows.
Heavy heart, under heaven, keeps me on the ground.
Divine remorse, I'm the source of a mind unsound,
Transcendent moral culpability.
Tama Hills - Through The Motions
Post- #Hardcore / #Metalcore группа из Канады (Vancouver Island).
Трек с нового EP группы "Bookmark".
When looking downwards, my eyes could not see
Every waking moment, had possibility
All these fears, I never could admit it
The hopeless thoughts, afraid of all the critics
The constant doubt, scared every minute
I had to let it go
Drop something, pick it up, and start again
Drop something, pick it up, and restart
Give me something real, to let me know
There’s fire held within, this tired soul
Give me something real, to break the mold
Of going through the motions
Constant in patterns, stuck to a routine
Blind to the existence, of variety
All these fears, I never could admit it
The hopeless thoughts, afraid of all the critics
The constant doubt, scared every minute
I had to let it go
Drop something, pick it up, and start again
Drop something, pick it up, and restart
Give me something real, to let me know
There’s fire held within, this tired soul
Give me something real, to break the mold
Of going through the motions
Every second of each day,
Every moment I’m awake,
Every breath that I take,
Something’s got to change
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