ALBUM REVIEW: Whitechapel – Hymns in Dissonance
Hymns of dissonance we sing.
Hymns of dissonance we sing.
Psychosomatic storm bursting the gates of memory.
Race towards the sun, my crippled pride undone, and all that makes me real, secedes to stone and steel.
Solitude is a soft disease.
Dying doesn’t make this world dead to us
Organometallic assimilation.
With rotting ways comes destiny.