I rose from the icy bottoms, but my heart's still cold. I try to walk these hollowed streets, but I'm forced to go it alone. I don't have to follow. I don't need to care for you. For the ones who crucified me - remember me, you're just like me. Nothings changed, you're still the fucking same. Fall face first, engulfed by the flames. The end is coming. Heed all my words, the one's who betrayed wasted my words. Told you before how things should be. You turned your back. Ignored the wise, it fell on deaf ears. Nothing has changed. Trapped in this hell, judged for eternity.
"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