CRIMSONCORE, a subset of Progcore
moodboard by Flavia
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CRIMSONCORE, a subset of Progcore
moodboard by Flavia
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A Very Clumsily Made Progcore Moodboard by Flavia
𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆? 𝗙𝗕𝗜! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 "𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒐! 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒐! 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉, 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆!" ° ° ° #nowplaying 🎧 #coheedandcambria #secondstageturbineblade #posthardcore #progcore #2002 (at Simpson County, Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNWK9u_JxPQ/?igshid=1idf0wvg1y8oz
From "The Moon Is a Dead World".
Gospel
Congratulations... You’ve Hit Bottom!
The Moon Is a Dead World
Level Plane Records 2006
CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW GOOD PROGCORE IS RIGHT NOW I INSTANTLY FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG THAT’S IT MY BAND IS BECOMING PROGCORE THEY DONT GET A CHOICE IN THE MATTER
This song is by the band Verbatim I found it on soundcloud
Wall of the Fallen- Hazel Eyes
Check these guys out! I promise you won't be disappointed :)
Mixed and Mastered by Miguel López Lyrics: In a second, we walked ten years away from what we used to be, claiming the reasons why made any sense at all. But what is real never looks how it feels. And so I knew that you'd never hear my voice again, I kept on choking, while you disposed of every ounce of your mercy. My thoughts are wrapped around concern every time I remember how you were always the one who was dying and I was always the one who was dead. We were a figment envisioned in relapse. Absent reflections have forced us to look back. Every thing's the same when nothing's in the way, only black and white, how you see the world and what I think I know. This distance will let us breathe in once I leave for the last time. Stop believing that we can somehow rebuild what will no longer stand. Ten years have passed, and I have counted each second. There never was a reason to claim we ever felt anything other than hate. I have unwrapped all of my thoughts from concern, for now I know that in the end there's only death.