“There's a Real Bout out there, where God Chose His Children and you're not one of them. A Lethal Massacre, starting with an Anxiety Attack and ending in Burnout, stemming from Trauma. All that's left for you is to Get In The Fire, cos' Ain't Nothing Else Matter To You, since the only solution for you is to Keep The Heavy Metal Alive!”
If you're a Facing Fear fan, you're fucked.
Whether it's because you wear denim and leather, boots or high-top sneakers,
or simply because you love this heavy metal.
Fuck the magazines, YouTube channels, blogs, and social media profiles that insist on killing this heavy metal.
We're here for you!
We're here for this heavy metal!
Thank you for keeping this shit alive!
Fuck’em all..
LYRICS
BURNOUT Racin' through the days, chasin' dreams on fire, Every breath feels like I'm walkin' on a wire. Burnin' both ends, pushin' through the pain, But the harder I push, the less I gain. Screamin' at the walls, trapped in my own mind, Tryna find a way, but I'm runnin' out of time. Every step forward feels like two steps back, Caught in this cycle, can't stay on track. Burnout, burning bright, Burnout, raging inside, Burnout, can't break free Burnout, chains bind me Livin' in the streets where the struggle never ends, Every day's a battle, gotta fight to defend. Burnout on my mind, can't escape the grind, But I'm hustlin' hard just to stay alive. Burnout, burning bright, Burnout, raging inside, Burnout, can't break free Burnout, chains bind me Burnout Burnout Burnout Burnout
AIN’T NOTHIN’ ELSE MATTER TO YOU Your facial expressions been goin' from plus to minus Your demands been drivin' me crazy Your attitudes ain't been so convincin' Got everything lookin' all hazy I shake my head, feelin' like a volcano 'Bout to blow, spinnin' like a hurricane Your silence be demandin' but insistent Lookin' 'round, can't find my lane Ain't nothin' else matter to you I can't hear my voice, I can't see my hands I can't feel my feet on the ground, feelin’ like a wolf with no fangs You got what you wanted, Your rut life with anyone You never wanted to play the villain, But now it's all said and done Your selfish outbursts stayin' strong Ain't nothin' I can do about it now Don't tell me, I already know, bitch! Accepted this messed up situation, anyhow Ain't nothin' else matter to you
GOD CHOSE HIS CHILDREN (BUT I AIN'T IN THAT HANG) A Sunday morning, peering with dismay, Spreading dire news to cast me astray. In no time, I catch that looming smell, And suddenly, all the day's light turns to hell. Voices at the gate, pleading for my piety, Yet all I wanted was to grasp the why in its entirety. Jesus died for someone's sins, but not mine, you see! That's not my burden, 'cause God picked his favorites, And locked the door on me. God chose his children, While I’m cast where the damned begin. Then more unpleasant surprises make their scene, Debates 'bout past mistakes, already keen. Punishment looms, as if I'm to blame, Dragging me into darkness, consumed by shame. Jesus died for someone's sins, but not mine, you see! That ain't my trouble, 'cause God picked his gang, but I ain't in that hang. God chose His children,. But left me lost in the howlin’ wind. The righteous may pay for the sinner's dire, But I never signed up for that fire. The righteous may bear the sinner's plight, But I refuse to play, in their night. Life's given for each to mind their own strife, While God's chosen ones surveil my life. They sniff my scents, hear my steps with fear, Confronting their god's absence, I hold my frontier. Jesus died for someone's sins, but not mine, you see! That ain't my trouble, 'cause God picked his gang, but I ain't in that hang. God chose His children,. but I ain't in that hang.
TRAUMA Blue sky gleamin’ over the hood where I've always rolled True lies paintin’ as stories unfold Every hit I take, I'm tryna learn my way Game pages show me scars that make me sway. Why you gotta do that, it's unkind I can't handle this on my mind You got me trauma. When you put dreams in my head, You got me trauma Then did everything so they stayed dead. You got me trauma You boxed me in this game You got me trauma Coz you know I ain't got the name Gloomy day, vibe’s got me feeling like I'll die. I'm just prey in your reality, under your watchful eye. I've been trapped in a cycle that's going nowhere fast. Cracked head, lost in memories that forever last You got me trauma. When you put dreams in my head, You got me trauma Then did everything so they stayed dead. You got me trauma You boxed me in this game You got me trauma Coz you know I ain't got the name
KEEP THE HEAVY METAL ALIVE! You punch that clock, you’re grindin’ steel, Same damn road, no grip, no thrill, Your brain’s on fire, but your soul’s gone cold, In a world that trades your youth for gold. Your throat closes, and you search for air to live and in desperation, you know what you need A break from chains that make your freedom bleed Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Raise your hands Scream loud Keep the Heavy Metal alive They laugh ‘cause you don’t walk their line, Dunk High, sharp studs, outta time, But your blood runs wild, your heart screams loud, You ain’t meant to blend into the crowd. Your throat closes, and you search for air to live and in desperation, you know what you need A break from chains that make your freedom bleed Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Raise your hands Scream loud Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Keep the Heavy Metal alive Keep this Heavy Metal Save your life Raise your hands Scream loud If you're a Facing Fear fan, you're fucked. Whether it's because you wear denim and leather, boots or high-top sneakers, or simply because you love this heavy metal. Fuck the magazines, YouTube channels, blogs, and social media profiles that insist on killing this heavy metal. We're here for you! We're here for this heavy metal! Thank you for keeping this shit alive! Fuck’em all.. Save your life Raise your hands Scream loud Keep the Heavy Metal alive
REAL BOUT When you scan the scene, danger's all you see, Stay woke, survival's the key, no time for z's. Body and mind, worn from the grind, They sneakily tryna kill your mind. And you know (Real Bout) you gotta be alive Coz' you know (Real Bout) you'll never be divine You're down low, (Real Bout) seeking routes to get out Hit the blow, (Real Bout) Coz' here’s a real bout. When you walk the block, pressure never stops, Fake love, snakes in the crops, watch for the ops. Heart on freeze, trust ain’t on the line, They silently tryna drain your shine. And you know (Real Bout) you gotta be alive Coz' you know (Real Bout) you'll never be divine You're down low, (Real Bout) seeking routes to get out Hit the blow, (Real Bout) Coz' here’s a real bout. Here, people always be on the run, Spending hours on the go, no fun. You gotta pick where you spend your hustle and grind, So you don't end up just wasting your time. Still, you'll always catch a court in sight, Judging you for moves, not seeing the light. Too caught up to get your own game, Blamed for lack of faith, what a shame. And you know (Real Bout) you gotta be alive Coz' you know (Real Bout) you'll never be divine You're down low, (Real Bout) seeking routes to get out Hit the blow, (Real Bout) Coz' here’s a real bout.
GET IN THE FIRE This game has been wicked, cruel and wild, A thousand faces watchin’ every move. External problems rise and chase you down, To take you off your path, they’ll never lose. You may end up dirty, bruised and torn, But you gotta know how to play the game. Cuz faces won’t be merciful or kind, They’ll massacre you, and you’ll be the same. Until you're known as a monster, you're not a star! Get in the fire Down on your knees Get in the fire No time to bleed Get in the fire Feel that burn Get in the fire Know waiting your turn You may lose friends, the road gets rough, You may lose feelin’s, it cuts too deep, Cuz the pain gon’ make you strong enough, But it leaves a wound that’s hard to keep. Your mind can’t shake, don’t let it slip, Cuz they out to use you, play you wrong, Back you up against the wall, don’t trip, Just to see if you still stand up strong. Until you're known as a monster, you're not a star! Get in the fire Down on your knees Get in the fire No time to bleed Get in the fire Feel that burn Get in the fire Know waiting your turn Fire! Fire! Get In The Fire! Fire! Fire! Get In The Fire! Fire! Fire! Get In The Fire! Fire! Fire! Get In The Fire!
LETHAL MASSACRE Lethal Massacre I just wanna be alone Lethal Massacre Lemme in my own zone Lethal Massacre I ain't got no time Lethal Massacre I don't wanna be on this line Billion of news engaged with many views, bring consequences for everybody crews. Bright colors screens show me fantastic scenes, tryin’ me seduce with smilin’ dancin’ queens. I'mma into a Desperation Move, coz’ I dunno get in the groove. but I dunno why I need to retry, I reckon this whole thing's a hot mess, just a waste of time. Lethal Massacre I just wanna be alone Lethal Massacre Lemme in my own zone Lethal Massacre I ain't got no time Lethal Massacre I don't wanna be on this line The game's still rolling, while everybody's posting Shit's going down even though I'm just tryin' coastin'. Words slung with shade, liars trade never fade. Everything passes quickly, while trends flames Everybody's hooked on the tube Gossip, cheating, games, ass or boobs Shots, blows n' bombs unfolding right before your eyes. In search of a big prize, everyone pays a price Lethal Massacre I just wanna be alone Lethal Massacre Lemme in my own zone Lethal Massacre I ain't got no time Lethal Massacre I don't wanna be on this line I just wanna be alone Lemme in my own zone I ain't got no time I don't wanna be on this line Lethal Massacre Lethal Massacre Lethal Massacre Lethal Massacre
Line up:
Terry Painkiller - Vocals
D'antas - Guitars
John Killesh - Guitars
Pedro Baumgarten - Bass
Filipe Barbosa - Drums
Keyboards recorded by Terry Painkiller and D'antas
All drums recorded by Patrick Augusto
Featuring:
Raphael Casotto - Guitar Solo (Trauma)
Ana Clara Mafra - Vocals (Trauma)
Ian “ocaradometal” Garbinato - Guitar Solo (Real Bout)
Valentim D - Guitar Solo (Get in the Fire)
Produced by
D'antas and John Killesh
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by John Killesh
Recorded at Garage Grindhouse and Marcheti Studio - Rio de Janeiro / RJ - Brazil
Produced between September 2025 and May 2026
All songs are composed and registered by Facing Fear
Cover Illustration: Guid Red Star
Photos: Paola Velozo
Facing Fear thanx:
Rock Girls (Bárbara, Débora and Cyntia), Estamparia Bueno, Paola Velozo, Brayan “Bandini” de Barros, Dona Riva, Guid Red Star, The Dantas family (José, Fátima and Rodrigo), Pedro Baumgarten thanked his mother (Valéria), his father (in memory Guido)his daughter (Noemi Baumgarten) and his bandmates, To the Anxiety medication that Dantas took, Raphael Casotto, Ana Clara Mafra, Ian “ocaradometal” Garbinato, Valentim D, The Bridge Press (Tarcísio Chagas, Wallace Magri and Gustavo Maiato), Thiago Lopez, Jucie Lord, Classic Metal Records, Shit Metal Postagem, To the YouTube algorithm on John's account for giving us so much joy, Terry’s pet cat Simba, SantiYago, Bento Mello, Danny Poison, Rhovve Rocks, William Sobreira, Caveira Velha Produções, Underground Produções, Marlboro by Philip Morris, LadoA Podcast, Luiz Henrique Fontana, Bruno Borges (Garage Grindhouse), Ao Terreirão do Recreio, Markus Roza (Heavy Beer), Valentim D, Cammy Marino, Jéssica Caetano, Fernanda Mariutti, Luis Mariutti, Angelo do Nascimento (Headbanger Boy), Arthur Fontinele, Evandro Jr., Dona Deca, Maurício Klotz, Anderson (from NWOTHM Full Albums) and bands: Black Pantera, Blixten, Azul Limão, Gangrena Gasosa, Hatefulmurder and Cidade Nua...
and YOU!