I was once the paint of an invader
Splattered onto dry earth
Brushed over aeons
Slathered onto alien skin
Paraded through the streets of the new world
But I have escaped
My grotesque identity heals
Some parts are cauterised
Other parts are sewn together for the first time
The drought is over
More rain than I have ever seen
Soaking through my body
And through the layers of history below
A different type of grey fills the air
The cold touches my skin
I feel others around me
Haven for deprived beings
This is not the ruinous inferno
Not the fear of being devoured
Not the mess of wires at my feet
Not the slouch back to the dark
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The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire