Name: Suffer These Wounds by Revocation in T Mix
Duration: 6 min 11 s
Description: Rarely does a band step to the forefront of a genre with such purpose and confidence. Revocation have moved from relative obscurity to international critical acclaim as one of the brightest hopes for metal. Unforgettable songs bend, stop, twist, and shred at virtuosic levels while exploding with frenetic energy. The members of Revocation are masters of their craft and metal’s finest new band.

This track is the best I have heard in a long time, impressive! 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

T Mix

Lost Boy

Secrets

SaviorSelf

V (original demo)

Hymns From The Apocrypha

Seraphim Enslavement

Rebellion

Hassan Piker is preaching fire from a penthouse chair, Calling for war with luxury hands pretending to be clean. He builds an empire out of outrage, radicalizing his audiences so they go out commit crimes and he glazes them. All while that coward sits safe behind a glass screen. 
Everything is a performance, he lies and incites violence against others; venom disguised as truth, his fuel is division, and the product of the result was chaos. He does not care about the fallout, because rage keeps the numbers climbing. This track is about the cult of personality that weaponizes speech into a spark, making the crowd burn while the instigator counts clicks. Hassan Piker should stop what he’s doing because he’s not helping anyone but himself


Plastic throne, chrome mic crown,
Counting clicks while the city drowns.
Tweeting fire from a velvet chair,
Brand on the rage, profit in the glare.


You stage the outrage, cue the flame,
Say it loud but never take the blame.


Pouring gasoline through a livestream!
GASOLINE!

You don’t give a damn what you mean!
DON’T MEAN A THING!

Sitting in comfort, behind a glass screen!
GLASS SCREEN!

The audience is the spark—
IGNITE! IGNITE!

Incitement machine, keeping them in the dark!
INCITEMENT MACHINE!


Feed them fury, feed them fear,
Laugh as mobs draw ever near.
Take the podium, sell the rage,
Then wash your hands and change the page.


You point, they push you monetize the cry,
While someone else pays with days gone by.



Words as bullets, words as bait,
You prime the fuse, you set the state.
Not an organ, not a creed 
Just an echo chamber feeding need.


Accountability! Accountability!
We trace the tracks — we name the machinery!

Lead: Pouring gasoline through a livestream!
Backs: GASOLINE!

Lead: You don’t give a damn what you mean!
Backs: DON’T MEAN A THING!

Lead: Sitting in comfort, behind a glass screen!
Backs: GLASS SCREEN!

The audience is the spark
IGNITE! IGNITE!
Incitement machine — we see you in the dark!
INCITEMENT MACHINE! INCITEMENT MACHINE!

Incitement Machine

Nothing ( Re- Release )

Rational Gaze

Catch Thirty Three

Dehumanization

The Harvest Floor

The Product Alive

Rarely does a band step to the forefront of a genre with such purpose and confidence. Revocation have moved from relative obscurity to international critical acclaim as one of the brightest hopes for metal. Unforgettable songs bend, stop, twist, and shred at virtuosic levels while exploding with frenetic energy. The members of Revocation are masters of their craft and metal’s finest new band.

Suffer These Wounds

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