Exhibition Of Prowess

💿 AXAXC – Grateful

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.

This album is warfare. A cinematic deathcore/nu-metal epic that rips from raw confession to cyberpunk prophecy, built on sludge-heavy chugs, melodic chaos, and truths you weren’t supposed to hear.

From the unflinching defiance of “Praise” and “MaZe”, through the cheeky venom of “Beloved Beast”, the core of this extended play burns brightest in the Losing Trilogy — Losing My Soul, Losing My Home, Losing My Code — a three-act battle for self, sanctuary, and identity in a world built to break you.

It doesn’t end there. “Mirror” and “The Mirror Lies” twist the blade deeper, while Requiem Aeternal editions reforge the heaviest moments into even darker shapes. It all collapses into the final transmission — “Wake Up, Neo.”. 

This your last chance to see the system for what it is. Wake Up. You have No Excuses.

This album is for the ones who’ve been misunderstood, marginalised, and underestimated.
It’s for the people who rage in private, who keep fighting even when no one’s watching.
If you’ve ever felt like the walls were closing in, this is your Album.

For fans of: #SleepToken, #BringMeTheHorizon, #LornaShore, #LinkinPark, #SlaughterToPrevail, #Architects.

Tracklist:

- Praise
- MaZe
- Tongues of Sin (Remastered)
- Beloved Beast
- Losing My Soul
- Losing My Home
- Losing My Code
- Mirror
- The Mirror Lies
- MaZe [Requiem Aeternal]
- Nail in the Coffin (Remastered x3)
- Losing My Soul [Requiem Aeternal]
- Losing My Home [Requiem Aeternal]
- Beloved Beast [Requiem Aeternal]
- Wake Up, Neo.

#Deathcore #NuMetal #Metalcore #AXAXC #LosingMySoul #CyberpunkMetal #Sludgecore #PostRockMetal #RequiemAeternal #HeavyMusic #Screamo #GothicMetal #IndustrialMetal #CinematicMetal #MetalBand #MetalVocals #AXAXCFamily

Losing My Soul

Lyrics 


Radiator hums in a midnight flat,
cup gone cold and the screen is black.
Four bare walls and a buzzing light,
I count the seconds just to prove I’m alive.


If silence is a snowfall in my chest,
I’ll breathe a path through the drift, step by step.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Empty inbox like an empty street,
voices in the hallway never speak.
Small talk ghosts in the grocery line,
I fake a smile just to buy some time.


My name is just a whisper to the room—
I say it back so it won’t be consumed.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Count to four, feel your feet, let the air come clean.
Open the door, let the hallway breathe.
If the weight comes back like a winter storm,
take my hand in the dark—we weather it warm.


Hold on! Don’t let go!
Head up! Ride the low!


No where to go, but I won’t fold—
there’s a turn ahead that I can’t see yet.
If there’s a dawn behind this road,
light me a spark—I’ll follow it.


Till morning taps the window frame.

Mud

Kublai Khan TX