God Doesn't Make Angels Anymore

The track starts slow with lush shoegaze textures—layered, reverb-heavy guitars and dense atmospherics, Crawling deathcore drums and gritty bass join in, Verses feature delicate vocals, gradually intensifying, Melodic breakdowns burst with punchy pinch harmonics and palm muted chugs; the singer’s range expands as emotional strain mounts, culminating in soaring, aggressive climaxes before fading into gentle outro layers

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(VERSE) My feet grow weary and tired I can’t stand what I’ve become Your whispers are wind to my sail I’m adrift in a sea uninspired Something awakened inside of me Showing me the wheel The cog that turned the world Turned out to be my will (BREAKDOWN) (CONTINUED BREAKDOWN) (CHORUS) You see through my skin You hear all my thoughts You enter my head and my stomach knots. I opened my eyes I see every lie How the fuck was I blind, my whole life? GOD DOESN'T MAKE ANGELS ANYMORE (BRIDGE) I waited, and did what I was told. Cause without the order I lose control. A thundering deep inside of me Beckoning: “YOU ARE IN CON TROLL” (SLAM, SLUDGE, GUTTERAL BREAKDOWN) My uninterrupted stare A heavenly figure, battered and bare. Devotion in action. My hands never fell open. (FINAL CHORUS) You see through my skin You hear all my thoughts You enter my head and my stomach knots. I opened my eyes I see every lie How the fuck was I blind, my whole life? (silence) GOD DOESN'T MAKE ANGELS ANYMORE (FINAL OUTRO BREAKDOWN)

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