Hypocrites yet never felt this pain. But I'll be laughing when I'm on my feet again. This world's brought me nothing cause I've done so wrong. I'll seek vengeance on your sharpened tongues. Searching and searching for something pure. I won't stop until I'm on my feet again. Do what I will and try as might. Nothing is resolved, no end to this fight. Reached my breaking my point. I won't hold my thoughts back. Forever, always on the attack. Down on my life and down on my luck. No matter what I do, everything gets fucked. A bitter man losing control. Soul searching and finding nothing taking it's toll. Every day is a fight to find where I belong and some peace of mind. I needed you, you never had my back. Get out of my way, I'm on the attack.
"Curse These Metal Hands" parlays the UK bands' chemistry into a record which—for all its tinnitus-inducing ferocity and elegiac arrangements—practically drips with transcendent joy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2019