ALBUM REVIEW: Black Country, New Road – Forever Howlong
What you feel is the hole in your life.
What you feel is the hole in your life.
Everything sacred finds its way to filthy hands.
In search of the triumph beyond obsidian euphoria.
One blow stained cement.
We’ll all drown together.
There is a ceaseless noise, ancient and horrendous.
Get out of hell if you can’t take the heat.
There’s a devil on my back.
When you come to me, I see you wanting heat.