The crossroads of giving up or finally settling down. Find solitude and embrace what you know will unfold. Try to find peace. I still can't find peace in my failures. It's not an illusion, it's a haunting vision of how it seems that I'm the only one who fucking burns. That sinking feeling I know too well. I can still feel this at my fingers. How much further down do I have to go. How can I, how will I, fall further down. Give me a sign that I"m still breathing. As every day seems that same, and I have no reason to think that tomorrow is promised. Each day is brutally honest. But time keeps moving so slow and down's the way to go. My bitter thoughts have finally turned into actions. All I can do is hope to find the satisfaction of some soul to help me from withering away. Someone please come and take me away. Show me what it's like to feel a love that's actually real. The biterness has consumed my daily thinking, I won't look for reasoning. Stagnant and stubbornly still. No effort changing when it's so far away. I still can't feel, and I still don't feel like there is an easy way out.
"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