Taken from the album 'Scatter The Ashes' out now

Brutality Will Prevail - The Path

Re-Industrialized

Passing Complexion

New album from Those Who Fear titled Death Sentence.None of this belongs to me.All the rights go to the band.

11 Those Who Fear - 86'd

This place only brings death

Heart Of A Coward - Devour me

Concrete Ceiling - Single

Half Me - Concrete Ceiling

Lyrics:

[Verse]
I fell ten times but I stand up eleven
Scraped knees bleed but I call it heaven
The fire in my chest burns hotter than the sun
This war ain’t over I’ve just begun

[Chorus]
They don’t break me no they don’t break me
I’m steel I’m stone I’m unshakable baby
They don’t take me no they don’t take me
I fight for what’s mine till the whole world sees

[Verse 2]
They threw their stones but I built my tower
Brick by brick I claimed my power
The scars on my hands are medals I wear
You can’t stop a storm you can’t fight the air

[Prechorus]
I’m the echo of thunder the flash in the sky
You can try to chain me but I’ll still fly

[Chorus]
They don’t break me no they don’t break me
I’m steel I’m stone I’m unshakable baby
They don’t take me no they don’t take me
I fight for what’s mine till the whole world sees

[Bridge]
I’m the whisper that grows into a roar
The crack in the dam that floods the shore
They thought they’d end me but I ignite
Darkness trembles in the face of my light

They Don’t Break Me

This is not just a poetry album.
It’s a song-heart, a cry of life refusing to die in the silence of collective indifference.

Each piece here is not art for art’s sake,
but an act of survival, a fight to remain oneself
in a world that constantly demands compromise.

Every line is a breath.
Every word — a reaching out for something truly alive,
without bargaining away its truth.

This is the birth of a new style.

A style where genre doesn’t matter —
metal, electronica, jazz, lo-fi, acoustic —
the music is just a container.
A vessel for meaning, built to reach another human
as real and raw as the one who created it.

This style is called:

Extremely High Sense Capacity
(E.H.S.C.)

It’s not about form — it’s about depth.
Music that carries.
Poetry that must be heard.

And it’s also an act of dismantling borders.

Borders between people. Between cultures. Between traditions and fears.
It’s a gesture of unification.
An attempt to bring back the feeling of being human.
To restore humanness as the center of the universe —
as the thing that binds it all together.

11 Those Who Fear - 86'd

Justin Weisel