Home

Past the End

Victim 2

Hopeless Gray

I Was A... LIVE

You Never Know (Live)

Riptide (Live)

Bad Listener (Live)

Doubt Me (Live)

Never Enough (feat. Of Virtue)

Periphery - Lune (Reimagined in Alternative Periphery Style)

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

------------------------

I've been waiting my whole life... for something that stays...

Trapped inside the verdict in my head
You were there before I even asked
Tore right through the lie I called a life
The only voice that never took a cut
I was seven on my bedroom floor
Hands together, begging at the ceiling
I had no name for what I needed
But You were listening all along

I kept waking up further from the start
Counting every mile I lost
When everything felt like a warning
You arrived like the first frost

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I've chased
That didn't leave me less than whole
You never left
I know that now
I'm finally coming home

I know what rots a man from the center
I let it in and let it stay

Part of me was waiting for the ambush
Part of me kept crawling from the dead
Desire still whispers through the vents
Dressed in everything I thought I wanted
I never went looking for the trap
But I've been the target all my life

I kept waking up further from the start
Forgetting what it meant to feel certain
When I was running out of road
You arrived like the first frost

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I've chased
That didn't leave me less than whole
You never left
I know that now
I'm finally coming home

Is it hunger or is it grief?
I stopped knowing long ago
All I know is something's pressing
Thumbs against my throat
But You steady what's been shaking
You quiet what's been screaming
You're the only ground I've found
Since I remember being whole
I'm done running

I've been LYING
I've been DEAF
I won't let the rot take what is LEFT
I've been RUNNING
I've been BLIND
But You were with me all this TIME
NO MORE

Only one, before all time
You're the handprint on my chest
You're the only thing I needed
That didn't cost me who I am
You never left
You never will
I'm finally coming home


I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm finally coming home

Something that stays...




Handprint

All sales will be donated to the Joyful Heart Foundation to help fight against Domestic Violence & Abuse.

http://smarturl.it/cybfrontline (Buy/Stream)

https://www.facebook.com/catchyourbreathTX

lyrics:
I feel
Myself drifting away
From you
Deep down inside i was scared to lose you again
Poisonous thoughts cloud my judgement
Can I get a witness

The air thickens as I search for something
To breathe in when my lungs are starving
To escape this place I’ll erase your face
It seems hopeless but i’ll fight for it anyway

Intoxicating myself to the point
I don’t feel a thing
But now I see it’s following me 
It’s following me
My sanity’s failing (I’ve gone off the edge)
I must kill everything I see

The air thickens as I search for something
To breathe in when my lungs are starving
To escape this place I’ll erase your face
It seems hopeless but i’ll fight for it anyway

Give me an answer, Give me an answer
I can’t escape this place
When I’m standing on the frontline
Frontline (And I can’t hold on)
So I look to the sky
Losing my mind
Thoughts fade to black and I fear for my life
Give me an answer, Give me an answer
When I’m standing on the frontline
Frontline

Frontline

A HANDFUL OF BANDS PLAY THE “DEVASTATING RIFFS AND CATCHY HOOKS” GAME, BUT FOR BEARTOOTH, THIS MUSIC IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. AS EASYGOING, CHARMING, AND OUTGOING AS THESE YOUNG MEN MAY APPEAR, THERE’S AN INNER TURMOIL CHURNING AWAY, ONLY SATIATED BY THE SAVAGE MUSIC THEY PLAY. SUICIDAL IDEATION, EMOTIONAL DESOLATION, AND DESPERATE DARK NIGHTS OF THE SOUL ARE CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT IN SONG AFTER SONG; CATHARTIC SINGALONG ANTHEMS LIKE “FED UP,” “SICK OF ME,” AND “IN BETWEEN.”

LIKE NINE INCH NAILS OR TAME IMPALA, BEARTOOTH IS A ONE-MAN BAND IN THE STUDIO. IT BEGAN AS MUSICAL EXORCISM, CONCEIVED IN FRONTMAN CALEB SHOMO’S HOME RECORDING SANCTUARY, A MEANS TO TAME THE DEMONS OF DEBILITATING DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY HE’S SUFFERED SINCE CHILDHOOD. BEARTOOTH HARNESS THE SACRED AND PROFANE TO PURGE INNER DARKNESS WITH A DIZZYING LIGHT. BEARTOOTH’S EFFECT ON LISTENERS IS EVIDENT BY THEIR HIGHLY-ENGAGED AUDIENCE; INVITATIONS TO MAJOR FESTIVALS WORLD AND TOURS WITH SLIPKNOT, BRING ME THE HORIZON, AND A DAY TO REMEMBER; AND A RIAA-CERTIFIED GOLD SINGLE.

WHEN ROLLING STONE INTRODUCED BEARTOOTH AS ONE OF 10 NEW ARTISTS YOU NEED TO KNOW, THE SOUND WAS RIGHTLY DESCRIBED AS “LIKE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, USUALLY WITH ENOUGH OPTIMISM TO PUSH THROUGH.” AS LONG AS THE DUELING DICHOTOMY OF MENTAL ANGUISH AND CREATIVE CATHARSIS REMAIN BOUND TOGETHER, CALEB SHOMO AND CREW WILL BE HERE TO OVERSEE THE SHOW. SO PLEASE, ENJOY THE RIDE.