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"A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you!"change featured testimonial
Sykes moved to live in Australia until he was the age of five with his parents. He then moved to Stocksbridge just out of Sheffield in the United Kingdom. As a teenager, he attended Stocksbridge High School and was a year below Alex Turner and Matt Helders of the Arctic Monkeys,He Is A Vegetarian,
Sykes has recently revealed on his personal MySpace profile that he will be doing a future project that “couldn’t be further away from Bring Me The Horizon’s music. And if you don’t like to dance, you may not like it.” It is expected that this may be another electronic project which will be continued once Bring Me The Horizon have toured for their sophomore album Suicide Season.
Womb 2 Da Tomb was a ‘Rapping’ side project in the early days of Bring Me the Horizon made up by Tom Sykes, Matt Nicholls and Oli Sykes.
Drop Dead Clothing is a clothing company founded and run by Sykes.
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Broken body, I see, hide the bag behind a tree
I'll rip the nails out of your fucking coffin if I have to.
Just to meet you once.... I love you,
Once a broken soul, now lies deep beneath the ground
I'll never find you, you'll never make a sound
I miss your voice in my ears, it was sweet music...
Now my face is littered with tears, this was the final kick.
Run, curious eyes may stare, folded hands, as if in prayer.
The bridge... of course, I now know,
How much do I need you? This is how I show
As I fall to the dark abyss
I hear your voice once more in a quiet hiss
This is suicide season.
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