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
