Evolve

blackened deathcore, industrial deathcore, thall, avant-garde metal, J-metal extremity, djent

CUSTOM

[Verse 1]
(Syncopated 8-string chugs. Fast, glitchy delivery)
JUST FUCKING EVOLVE!
Clinging to the ashes of who you used to be
A rusted chain around a drowning heart.
You call it "tradition," I call it a scar that never healed.
The world is starving.
It doesn’t recognize your face anymore.
It only sees a dead end.
A ghost in the dark.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Tension builds. Fast drum fills. Pitch-shifting guitars)
Your bones are turning to stone!
Can’t you feel the friction?
The timeline is moving, leaving you behind like dead skin!
[Manic Laughter]
Ha! You’re just a Pathetic Dead Walking Human.

[Chorus]
(Wall of sound. Operatic screams layered with gutturals)
OPEN UP AND LET THE OLD SELF DIE!
The sun doesn't wait for the blind to see!
Adapt. 
Mutate. 
Or become a silence in the void.
Time is a furnace, and you are just the coal.
Evolve... or be erased.

[Verse 2]
(Thall rhythm. Extremely slow, jarring stops. Whispered/Grown delivery)
[Stop]
Look at your hands. 
[Pick Scrape]
They’ve been shaking for a world that’s already gone.
This kind of emptiness is a cold, lonely room.
No one hears the scream when the door is shut.
You keep running.
You keep hiding.
But the only thing keeping you alive... is letting go.
The heart you guard is already breaking.

[Bridge]
(The "Dir En Grey" moment. Eerie, clean guitar. Sobbing sounds in the background)
[Painful Whispers]
I remember the warmth.
Before the hurt.
Before the hunger.
But the warmth was gone.
But the warmth was a lie. 
A fever... 
[Guttural Lows]
of the WEAK.
[Whistle Scream]
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!

[Breakdown]
(Guitars drop an octave. Massive sub-bass. Half-time tempo)
The weight is too much.
The past is dust.
[Guttural Lows]
FORGOTTEN.
SCRAPPED.
[Pitch Shift]
PURGED.
[Pause]
(Crushing, slow riffs. Glitchy feedback)
FEED THE MACHINE YOUR WEAKNESS!
BECOME THE ANOMALY!
EVOLVE!
JUST!
FUCKING!
EVOLVE!

BLEGH!

[Outro]
(Dissonant clean chords. Sound of a system shutting down)
[Spoken Word]
What remains is empty.
No trace of who you were is left.
The future doesn't care who you used to be.
[Final Pitch Shift - Downward]
...and it sure as hell won't wait for you.

[End]

3000/7500

[Intro] (Atmospheric static. The sound of a cooling fan struggling. A low, distorted hum.) [Spoken Word] The signs were always there. We are the shadow of what we could have been. An another failure of biological pride. Stagnation is just a slow-motion suicide. If you don't grow the soul, the universe simply... overwrites. [Verse 1] (Syncopated 8-string chugs. Fast, glitchy delivery) JUST FUCKING EVOLVE! Clinging to the ashes of who you used to be A rusted chain around a drowning heart. You call it "tradition," I call it a scar that never healed. The world is starving. It doesn’t recognize your face anymore. It only sees a dead end. A ghost in the dark. [Pre-Chorus] (Tension builds. Fast drum fills. Pitch-shifting guitars) Your bones are turning to stone! Can’t you feel the friction? The timeline is moving, leaving you behind like dead skin! [Manic Laughter] Ha! You’re just a Pathetic Dead Walking Human. [Chorus] (Wall of sound. Operatic screams layered with gutturals) OPEN UP AND LET THE OLD SELF DIE! The sun doesn't wait for the blind to see! Adapt. Mutate. Or become a silence in the void. Time is a furnace, and you are just the coal. Evolve... or be erased. [Verse 2] (Thall rhythm. Extremely slow, jarring stops. Whispered/Grown delivery) [Stop] Look at your hands. [Pick Scrape] They’ve been shaking for a world that’s already gone. This kind of emptiness is a cold, lonely room. No one hears the scream when the door is shut. You keep running. You keep hiding. But the only thing keeping you alive... is letting go. The heart you guard is already breaking. [Chorus] (Wall of sound. Operatic screams layered with gutturals) OPEN UP AND LET THE OLD SELF DIE! The sun doesn't wait for the blind to see! Adapt. Mutate. Or become a silence in the void. Time is a furnace, and you are just the coal. Evolve... or be erased. [Bridge] (The "Dir En Grey" moment. Eerie, clean guitar. Sobbing sounds in the background) [Painful Whispers] I remember the warmth. Before the hurt. Before the hunger. But the warmth was gone. But the warmth was a lie. A fever... [Guttural Lows] of the WEAK. [Whistle Scream] AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! [Breakdown] (Guitars drop an octave. Massive sub-bass. Half-time tempo) The weight is too much. The past is dust. [Guttural Lows] FORGOTTEN. SCRAPPED. [Pitch Shift] PURGED. [Pause] (Crushing, slow riffs. Glitchy feedback) FEED THE MACHINE YOUR WEAKNESS! BECOME THE ANOMALY! EVOLVE! JUST! FUCKING! EVOLVE! BLEGH! [Chorus] (Wall of sound. Operatic screams layered with gutturals) OPEN UP AND LET THE OLD SELF DIE! The sun doesn't wait for the blind to see! Adapt. Mutate. Or become a silence in the void. Time is a furnace, and you are just the coal. Evolve... or be erased. [Outro] (Dissonant clean chords. Sound of a system shutting down) [Spoken Word] What remains is empty. No trace of who you were is left. The future doesn't care who you used to be. [Final Pitch Shift - Downward] ...and it sure as hell won't wait for you. [End]

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