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The Wounds We Share

I Was A... LIVE

The Past Is Dead (Live)

The Surface (Live)

Riptide (Live)

Bad Listener (Live)

Intro (Live)

Doubt Me (Live)

Never Enough (feat. Of Virtue)

[Verse 1]
Wake up to gunmetal clouds, mouth tastes of iron regret
Every step feels colder, fucked by every promise met
Your silver tongue found purchase in a hunt for someone weak
Left me broken, black inside, out here gnashing with my teeth

[Pre-Chorus]
I see your poison kiss, sweet on my skin
Got me twisted up, inside, where the ache begins
Don’t ask for light, don’t ask for hope
Just another whore for the rope

[Chorus]
Oh, these darker days, pour heavy from the sky
My heart pressed flat, blacker than the void of time
You left me in the dirt, stained every fucking line
Shove your fake love—rip it out, I’m fine
These darker days—yeah, I’m fine

[Verse 2]
Gloved hands around my throat, velvet crime and cigarette
Your name’s a loaded gun, cocked, echoing the threat
My tears, thick tar, yeah, slipping down concrete
You dressed your lies in silk, left me dead on repeat

[Rap Bridge]
You think you’re a monster—bitch, that's a fucking joke
I’ve been feeding off betrayal, choking, but I never broke
Every word another scar, another bullet in the rain
Laughing while I bleed, but I’m dancing through the pain

[Chorus] 
Oh, these darker days, pour heavy from the sky
My heart pressed flat, blacker than the void of time
You left me in the dirt, stained every fucking line
Shove your fake love—rip it out, I’m fine
These darker days—yeah, I’m fine

[Breakdown]
Seduce me through the filth, crawl inside the mess
Every wound you left, I wear like a black dress
Wrap me up in misery, tie me to the wrong
This emptiness is holy—the pain is where I belong

[Chorus (final, extended)]
Oh, these darker days, pour heavy from the sky
Heart colder than the grave, blacker than the void of time
Left me in the dirt, stained every fucking line
Shove your fake love—rip it out, I’m fine
These darker days—yeah, I’m fine
These fucking darker days—still hypnotized
Yeah, I’m fine… yeah, I’m fine

Darker Days

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.

Riptide (Live)

BEARTOOTH

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