A sonic gut-punch to procrastination and self-sabotage, Crown or Crawl is a fierce, no-excuses call to action. Blending spoken word, rap, and aggressive choruses, the song dismantles the myth of external villains and puts the spotlight squarely on personal responsibility. It’s not about being rescued—it’s about rising.

The lyrics tear through comfort culture, dopamine loops, and passive dreaming, exposing how habits become prisons and how “someday” is just self-delusion in disguise. With lines like “Crowns aren’t mailed—they’re made in the mosh pit” and “You want the world? Then pay in sweat,” the track demands grit, discipline, and ownership.

Musically, it builds from a hiss of amp noise into pounding drums and bass, culminating in a gang-vocal finale that feels like a rally cry. The central message is clear: no one’s coming to save you. You either pick up your crown—or crawl.

Crown or crawl

Racing Time is about holding onto moments, chasing what matters, and wondering if you make it back before everything changes.
It lives in that space between memory and motion trying to outrun time while it keeps pulling you forward.
Memories don’t let me down.
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(Verse 1)
Come on, come on
Tell me what you need
Say it now so I can keep it
I’ll lock it up inside my head
All the moments before you leave

I hear you crying
To the ceiling, to the sky
Every word you never said
Still living in my mind

(Verse 2)
I remember you right where you always were
Like the world still made some sense
You said go see it for yourself
Make something out of this

Racing past the streetlights
Trying just to beat the dark
Every mile felt like a promise
Every scar just left a mark

(Pre-Chorus)
Will I make it home in time
Or is this goodbye in disguise
If I run fast enough tonight
Will you still be on my side

(Chorus)
Memories
Don’t let me down
I’m racing time
I’m racing time

Memories
Say it out loud
I’m racing time
Racing time


Memories

(Final Chorus)
Memories
Don’t let me down
I’m racing time
I’m racing time

Memories
Say it out loud
I’m racing time
Racing time

(Outro)
This time you’ll see me shine
Before it’s time to go

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Apology

Wires...And The Concept Of Breathing

Wires And The Concept Of Breathing

When Broken Is Easily Fixed

Smashed Into Pieces

For the past two decades, Silverstein have relentlessly pushed themselves to become the best version of the band for both themselves and their fans. That determination has led the Ontario-based five-piece from their underground roots to becoming one of the most influential bands in their scene, playing two thousand-plus shows all over the globe, and selling over a million records. Now Silverstein are celebrating their 20th anniversary with the release of their 9th, and perhaps strongest album to date: A Beautiful Place To Drown. 

While many bands would take their 20-year anniversary as an opportunity to rest on the laurels of nostalgia, Silverstein (vocalist Shane Told, guitarists Paul Marc Rousseau and Josh Bradford, bassist Billy Hamilton, and drummer Paul Koehler) see the landmark as a time to appreciate how far they’ve come, while also channeling all those years of experience into something new. A Beautiful Place To Drown finds the band deftly balancing their core sound—an intensely dynamic mix of melody and aggression, rooted in the energy of hardcore punk and the unabashed earnestness of emo—with their natural growth as songwriters and evolving inspirations.

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