Name: Hang Low by Sleepwalk in GYMMMM
Duration: 2 min 31 s
Description: New side project featuring members of Sleepwalk and Muted Color: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1mlYHKqXETGUQtm8uE939y?si=--W2AZCYRSS8_NMQKJvCmw

GYMMMM

Solace In Silence

In My Darkness

"Cataclysmia" is my first release under the name "Gnarlmyth". This release represents a huge leap forward for me in terms of production value and composition...

but more importantly, it rips.

Exile's Hymn

6.LIFE

Solitude : Arbitrium Incorporea

Lunatic Scholar

Heyokaman Visions stained with blood

End.Tunnel.Light (Demo)

New side project featuring members of Sleepwalk and Muted Color: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1mlYHKqXETGUQtm8uE939y?si=--W2AZCYRSS8_NMQKJvCmw

Hang Low

Nothing Fills What Never Heals

East of Anthony - Higher Ground (Album Version)

Lyrics:


[Riot police PA]
Attention! Attention! This is the police department. This gathering has now been declared an unlawful assembly, and you are now ordered to disperse and leave the area. Or you will be subject to immediate arrest.

Sic semper tyrannis!

Bound by fear
We're watching, helpless
As dysfunction reigns
And the world starts racing
To the end of time
Where oppressive gazes
Spread like bloated flies
Now our fists grow restless
Sitting by 
While they  keep on lacing
Truth with hateful lies
We're afraid to face it
But we've been deceived
By our sheltered spaces
While the rot took hold
Now our minds are wasting
One by one

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

Your name is a product
Your life's just a number
Exploited for profit
We're nothing but fodder
For mongering monarchs
In ivory towers
For cravens and lackeys
Enthralled by Big Brother
I'm so sick of despots
You don't own this planet
I will not be silenced
By some fucking maggots
I'm so sick of prophets
Peddling poisoned daggers 
In the name of vengeance
I shall raise our banners
One by one

Free thought decimation

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

Autocrats and oligarchs
Are here to devour
Every sliver of freedom
Is this our darkest hour
Funded by moguls
And corrupt corporations
Where commies and fascists
Work to topple our nations
I spit on their icons
As death is my witness
I'm sick of fanatics
And their theocrat bullshit
We're controlled by the media
We're divided by classes
While ignorance is spreading
Like a plague through the masses
Under constant surveillance
Enslaved by machines
We're revering worthless idols
As we worship our screens
Everyone is a product
Everyone is a number
Welcome to the age of technological wonder

They want us divided
They're fanning the flames
Too broken, too blinded
We forge our own chains
We march like toy soldiers
Our heads bowed in silence
Obeying the orders
Of grifters and tyrants

They want us divided
We'll weather the flames
Though broken and blinded
We'll shatter their chains
We're marching defiant
Toward the abyss
We're done being silent
Sic semper tyrannis

They want us divided
We'll weather the flames
Though broken and blinded
We'll shatter their chains
We're marching defiant
Toward the abyss
We're done being silent
Sic semper tyrannis!

Sic Semper Tyrannis [Free Download]

Hide and Seek

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

Angel of the Flame

Bloodspire — Throne of Ruin
Debuting with their first full-length album, Bloodspire delivers a powerful fusion of heavy metal and melodic intensity. Throne of Ruin spans 12 tracks of thunderous riffs, driving drums, and commanding vocals that explore themes of power, conflict, and defiance. With a sound that’s both aggressive and epic, this album marks Bloodspire’s arrival as a force to be reckoned with in the modern metal scene.

Hang Low

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