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I Was A... LIVE

Drum Solo / The Last Riff (Live)

ATTN. (Live)

The Past Is Dead (Live)

The Surface (Live)

Riptide (Live)

Bad Listener (Live)

Intro (Live)

Doubt Me (Live)

Digital Hell

Pray For Silence

Pray for Silence

Neural Dismay

Chains of the Blind King

[Intro – Whisper → Scream]
Written… written in ash…
E F I—

[Verse 1]
They forged you in silence,
from volt and sacred code,
the architects of firmware
on the ancient motherboard road.
Your kingdom booted lightning—
your banners lit the sky.
The BIOS bowed before you…
UEFI would never die.

[Pre-Chorus]
But legends crack like circuits,
and myths can catch a spark—
fTPM was the ember
that swallowed every dark.

[Chorus]
UEFI! Written in ash!
Carved in the scorch of a fallen past!
The Great Fire of fTPM
turned every boot to black.
UEFI—your throne collapsed,
but your ghost still haunts the stack.

[Verse 2]
Your GUID halls lay shattered,
your tables burned to crust.
The scrolls of CMOS trembled
as your firmware turned to dust.
Checksum angels fled the sector,
the kernel lost its voice—
when fTPM ignited
and fate revoked your choice.

[Pre-Chorus]
No backup in the heavens,
no flash to make it right—
just ashes in the chipset
and fans howling through the night.

[Chorus]
UEFI! Written in ash!
Carved in the scorch of a fallen past!
The Great Fire of fTPM
turned every boot to black.
UEFI—your throne collapsed,
but your ghost still haunts the stack.

[Bridge – Breakdown]
Reset the jumper—
your kingdom's gone.
Clear the NVRAM—
the myth lives on.
From sector zero
to the highest tier,
UEFI whispers:
I AM STILL HERE.

[Final Chorus]
UEFI! Written in ash!
A legend born, a legend smashed!
The Great Fire of fTPM
burned every ancient cache.
UEFI—your shadow lasts,
etched forever in the past…
UEFI—
written
in
ASH!

The Legend of UEFI

This Light I Hold

Live It Well

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.

The Past Is Dead (Live)

BEARTOOTH

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