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I'm one of those people who hate looking on Youtube for underground music and not finding it so I used to remedy the problem for other people by finding and uploading the music once I obtained it. This is My Bitter End, yet another band that has broken up.. I can probably be quoted saying this a lot that so-and-so are one of my favorites but if any band tops the list, this is it. The first CD, A Thin Line Between Heaven and Here wasn't anywhere near as enjoyable as The Renovation, possibly because the first CD was more Metalcore in nature then it was Melodic Deathcore, maybe one of the few exceptions being the title song of the first CD. Anyway, please enjoy these great tunes and I encourage you, if you like any of these bands, to purchase their CDs.


-Kyle Williamson

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Band Info
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Artist - My Bitter End
Album - The Renovation
Genre - Melodic Deathcore/Metalcore
Origin - New York
Year Released - ????
Myspace - www.myspace.com/mybitterend

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Band Members
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Tyler Guida (vocals)
Todd Ranne (guitar)
AJ Tompkins (guitar)
Shawn Jennings (bass)
Michael Ranne (drums)

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Lyrics
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And in the beating filth that festers. A crowning life. The blocks us in our path.
One step too many, in the wrong direction. This night will mark.
The. Coming of. Train yourselves in example of everything, start something worth while, futile.
Leave enemies swallowing. Futile, worth while.
May our constant lust be a cover up, for the lack there of.
Of equality. And it wont stay. Not it wont stay. Not it wont.
Song of recovery, knowing. Wasting the time on the fall out.
Let's stop the chains of a soul who needs company too.
No longer with the risks be something we will evolve. Let the tyrant bare in our mouths.
Slurring again, to me, let this wallow. Swallow down, sorrow recovering love.
Swallowing up right where we left it off. Sorrow picks up where we left.
Arm the night, arm the night, arm the night, and in these final days.
Arm the night. So we can stop.