Tide of Change by Slop

Slop declares independence from the stylistic constraints of deathcore The tide of change washes over the old guard A new sound born, a different path, a new discard Old roots forgotten, or just overgrown? The deathcore seed from which we've grown Chorus No longer slaves to the slam and the breakdown A new melody rings throughout the town We're breaking free from the old constraints A new direction, a canvas of new paints Verse 2 The critics scream, "They've sold their soul!" "Where is the rage? Where is the gnashing howl?" But the heart of the beast still beats the same Just a new form, a different name Chorus No longer slaves to the slam and the breakdown A new melody rings throughout the town We're breaking free from the old constraints A new direction, a canvas of new paints Bridge We are the sound of the new day's sun A rebirth, a journey that's just begun Through the chaos and the fading light We stand renewed, we are the night We're still the same, we've just evolved A new mystery to be solved The path is long, the journey's steep But promises are meant to keep Outro Within destruction, a new sound sleeps A new sound, a new sound Within destruction, a new sound weeps A new sound, a new sound