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Drumersic - Filthstep

   • Drumersic - Filthstep    La imagen muestra un arte digital muy en estilo cyberpunk / glitch / vaporwave oscuro, con efectos de distorsión, cristales rotos, goteo de pintura (dripping) y colores neón intensos (morado, cian, magenta, rojo, verde). Una portada que grita desde el primer vistazo: es un golpe directo de Dubstep + Breakcore, puro caos digital controlado con actitud de fin del mundo pixelado. Con efecto glitch muy fuerte: líneas cortadas, duplicados RGB desplazados y fragmentado, como si fallara la señal. En resumen: si este álbum existiera físicamente, la tapa te daría ganas de ponértelo a todo volumen en auriculares con cancelación de ruido… y aun así sentirías que el bajo te está rompiendo el cráneo desde adentro. Pura energía de "la rave se cayó del servidor y se volvió loca". 🔥💀 Listas de canciones / tracks recomendados: 00:00 - Nuke The Beat 03:14 - Brutal Neon 06:35 - Meat Cleaver 11:01 - Subwoofer 13:36 - Outside The Circle 16:04 - Rust On My Halo 19:43 - Marea De Masacre Song Lyrics BRUTAL NEON Smudged eyeliner Taxi glass glare You called me heartless I called you scared Cheap wine in a High-rise view You wanted heaven I wanted truth Brutal neon Cutting through my chest All of your colors Burning where you left Brutal neon On my skin It stains Love in ultraviolet Glowing in the pain Your jacket’s hanging On my chair Still smells like summer And your dare You text at midnight “I still care” I leave it open Leave you there Brutal neon Cutting through my chest All of your colors Burning where you left Brutal neon On my skin It stains Love in ultraviolet Glowing in the pain You said “Stay” Then you turned away Now every hallway sign Spells your name Brutal neon Cutting through my chest All of your colors Burning where you left Brutal neon On my skin It stains Love in ultraviolet Glowing in the pain OUTSIDE THE CIRCLE Hands in my pockets Back of the classroom again They’re trading the same old stories I’m tracing cracks in the tiles I’m an outsider Watching from the side of the frame Face in the crowd Nameless But I burn I blaze the same I’m an outsider Wrong name on the back of the shirt Still I wear it like a banner Turn their silence into words Lunch on the stairwell Notes in a backpack Unread They call it just “growing up” I call it walking on glass I’m an outsider Watching from the side of the frame Face in the crowd Nameless But I burn I blaze the same I’m an outsider Wrong name on the back of the shirt Still I wear it like a banner Turn their silence into words RUST ON MY HALO Teeth on the curb of a bad idea Grin full of gravel and spite You pray for a clean little revelation I track muddy boots through your light You polish your halo Till your fingers bleed I drag it through gutters Make it look like me Rust on my halo Dirt in my veins I grew these wings in the acid rain You want a savior? I'm just the stain (Come get baptized in the static and strain) Rust on my halo Carved in my face I turned your altar to a wrecking place Sip that poison like a peach iced tea Sweet burn Cuts as it goes You call it sin I call it breathing Every scar spelling out my jokes Rust on my halo Dirt in my veins I grew these wings in the acid rain You want a savior? I'm just the stain (Come get baptized in the static and strain) Rust on my halo Carved in my face I turned your altar to a wrecking place Kiss the grime Taste the grit You wanted pure? This is it Crooked crown Bent and black Once you fall You don’t crawl back Rust on my halo Dirt in my veins I grew these wings in the acid rain You want a savior? I'm just the stain (Come get baptized in the static and strain) Rust on my halo Carved in my face I turned your altar to a wrecking place MAREA DE MASACRE Suelo rojo Vidrio en la cara Risas rotas Nadie se para Sirena canta Nadie responde Nombre en la bala Firmado en bronce Marea de masacre Me llega al pecho ¿quién reza por los que caen En este despecho? Marea de masacre Ya no hay silencio Solo gritos que se clavan Dentro del pecho Madre en la puerta Ojos de piedra Tele apagada No quiere pruebas Niño dibuja Tanques y fuego Le tiembla el pulso Se muerde el miedo Marea de masacre Me llega al pecho ¿quién reza por los que caen En este despecho? Marea de masacre Ya no hay consuelo Solo nombres en paredes Comiendo sueños This isn't clean dubstep or traditional metal. It's heavy filth dubstep to headbang to until your ears bleed, with drops that sound like glass shattering inside an exploded subwoofer.     / @drumersicofficial   ‪@DrumersicOfficial‬ #breakcore #dubstep #groovemetal #industrial #metalcore #numetal #metalstep #heavymetalsongs #metalmusic #dubstepmusic