#° 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔭𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 ; ✞ meta.

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𝙵𝙵𝙰:  wage  war,  dayseeker,  sleep  token,  periphery

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋  𝐄𝐍𝐃  is  a  progressive  metalcore  band  hailing  from  new  york.  founded  by  vocalist  sawyer  bardot  and  guitarist  atticus quinn in  2019,  they  were  joined  by  bassist  connor  opilio  and  drummer  rowan  arrington  soon  therafter.  with  powerful  yet  atmospheric  guitars,  able  to  create  dynamics  that  lure  you  into  a  false  sense  of  whimsy  before  they  drop  into  the  abyss  of  breakdowns,  as  well  as  a  clean,  powerful  rhythm  section  that  never  strays  from  the  pocket,  ethereal  end's  sound  can  only  be  described  as  it's  namesake  —  ethereal.  that  comes  even  more  into  play  the  moment  sawyer's  vocals  come  seem  to  float  over  the  instrumental,  allowing  her  breathy  cleans  sing  you  to  sleep  before  the  banshee's  unleashed  with  vicious  screams  placed  tastefully  throughout  the  arrangement.   with  their  debut  album  'a  broken,  violent  end'  released  early  2021,  they've  taken  the  metal  (and  mainstream  music)  scene  by  storm,  their first single 'heliophobia' hitting  #46  on  the  billboard  hot  one  hundred  for  three  weeks  in  a  row  and  steadily  climbing.  

[  𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃.  ]

𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐓 :  vocals,  keys,  synths  |  DOVE CAMERON 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 :  drums  |  ALEX TERRIBLE 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 :  guitar,  backing vocals,  production  |  NOAH SEBASTIAN 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑  𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎 :  bass,  backing vocals  |  WILL RAMOS

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tag dump.

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𝕰𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑  𝕰𝖓𝖉  :  a  broken,  violent  end  (2021) 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺  𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  :

01.  HALLOW  HEART  —  (3:38) 02.  HELIOPHOBIA  —  (3:12) 03.  LOOPHOLE  —  (4:02) 04.  MORPHING  MORPHINE  —  (3:23) 05.  STEEL  REIGN  —  (2:55) 06.  DORMANT  MIND,  BLEEDING  KIND  —  (3:44) 07.  BOLD  &  BROKEN  —  (4:14) 08.  LOVE  //  SICK  —  (3:33) 09.  GALLOWS  —  (3:15) 10.  WEEPING  WOUND  —  (3:56) 11.  AURA  STOLEN  —  (3:03) 12.  A  BROKEN,  VIOLENT  END  —  (4:10)

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ( 𝟓 ) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ;  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐗 .

i gave my heart in pieces please release me i'm tired don't try to pacify me please release me i'm tired

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 ;  𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 .

into the night i drink and drive anything to help me let go, let go you feel the pain i feel the same but we cannot repeat this cycle

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 ;  𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐒 .

there's not another way, don't let me go don't dig another grave today i'll make the same mistakes, i'll never know who i was before i faded away into the grey

𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 ;  𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐗 .

what i've created as violent delights in my head will have a violent end a broken, violent end and i feel fear disintegrate axis annihilate in crystal clarity tension pulling me in the shadows

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ;   𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 .

help me, i keep drowning, i need a saviour help me, i scream but no one ever hears my voice help me, i need to swim away from danger you can guide me back to life

tagged: @shellcrack <3 tagging: @fuckedprophet, @pnkb1tch, @starsdreamt, @redhead-reporter, @be4tdown

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INTO  THE  NIGHT ,  I  DRINK  AND  DRIVE .

                                                        ANYTHING  TO  HELP  ME  LET  GO .

     the moment she finds herself stepping through the threshold, it’s like something primal pulses through her.     a conflict rages, eyes slightly wide as she scans the endless options before her, lined up and eager for the taking.     her mouth dries up, swallowing as she licks her lips, trying to wet them and find some semblance of willpower.     sawyer knows what will happen if she gives in, if she allows herself to fall down that path once again.    six months down the drain.     six months of feeling as though she’s finally found some semblance of control, completely dissolved at the mere thought of going to family dinner.           it always ends up like this.

     there’s a very real desire to text someone – anyone – to talk her out of it. but the guilt of being a burden sets in and she finds it easier to just dive in head first.     the voice in her head tells her to just get a small flask-sized bottle, that way there’s nothing to be left over ( no evidence to hide ) and she can just start again the next day. relapse is a part of recovery.     relapse is a part of recovery.     relapse is a part of recovery.      relapse is a part of recovery.     relapse is a part of recovery.     relapse is a part of recovery.

     the mantra continues in her head as she makes her way through the isles, not needing to think about where her favourite options are – she knows where to go.     it’s muscle memory at this point.    she phsychs herself up all the way to the shelf, all but snatching the familiar bottle of vodka before immediately making her way to the cash register.    the smile she puts on for the cashier is a facade, bright and toothy with the intent to mask the fact that her heart is racing and her legs feel like they’re about to give out.

     the familiar sound of a brown paper bag crackling in her hand makes her want to puke, walking out of the store with a friendly sentiment.     

     it’s clear that she’s frantic, all but ripping the door to her driver’s side open and swiftly taking a seat before tossing the bottle onto the passenger side.     staring ahead, she places both hands on the wheel of the car, knuckles white as if the fear of letting it go would lead her to grabbing the bottle she’s already gone through the trouble of purchasing.       each breath starts to become more and more heavy, suddenly hearing the soft ping of her phone perched so perfectly in the cupholder. head doesn’t move, remaining straight ahead, but hazel eyes shift to peer at the notification, seeing kaleb’s name pop up, the notification showing how he’d simply texted her name with a question mark.    eyes close tightly then, head falling back against the seat of the car as everything washes over her.     all the tears she’s been holding in her throat escape, bubbling up in deep sobs deep enough to shake her shoulders.

     frustration and rage takes over, releasing a scream through her tears, hands jostling the wheel with a fury that, should she be any larger, would have torn it from it’s bolts.     with a sense of rage, she turns to the bottle, grabbing it before ripping it from the bag.    twisting the top open, she takes a large swig, feeling the familiar, comforting burn sear her throat and burn her stomach.      pulling the bottle from her lips, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling her heart slow down and her mind quiet.    of course, alcohol doesn’t work that quickly, she reminds herself, but her brain reminds itself of what will be.     putting the cap on the bottle, she puts it back in the brown bag and tosses it into the backseat before turning forward and pulling down her car mirror.     with soft sniffles, she wipes at her eyes, trying to clean up the mascara that has poured down her face.     staring at herself in the mirror for a moment, that guilt returns.      ❛ you’re such a fucking idiot, sawyer. ❜ she curses herself, tone mono and filled with self-loathing.

     pointedly, she puts the mirror back up before grabbing her phone and shooting kaleb a quick text – a lie that she’s okay.      a moment later she’s putting her phone back in the cupholder before turning on the ignition.     immediately, the sound of aggressive guitar, bass and drums fill the car, screaming vocals following suit as she puts the car in ‘drive’ and pulls out of the parking lot.