Every word scrawled makes sense right now
Even though I'm too tired to read
Every sound scrambled is in tune right now
Even though I'm too tired to listen
There's not enough love in the world to weigh me down
And I'll keep my head in the clouds
Now I'm the human shield
I'm the haunting thought
I'm the familiar ghost
I am the human shield
Finger on my pulse from another muse
Two souls lost and confused with nothing to lose
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018