There was a time for change, I fear it came and went. Who’s gonna pick up the pieces? Who will be left to repent? The sun is burnt out black. Now there’s no turning back. Yeah, I know you know, that we’ve been living a lie. Turn a blind eye, until the day we die. Maybe we’ve passed the point of no return. Maybe we just want to watch the world burn. Our collapse will be remission. A planet scarred beyond all recognition. Suicide in slow motion, is this the path that we’ve chosen? Too cowardly to face this, we’ve got a fucking death wish. You want to play with fire? Don’t cry when you get burnt. You gave us life, we gave back death in return. The sun is burnt out black. Now there’s no turning back. We will consume until there’s nothing left. Remember us as a waste of breath. I want to believe that it all counts for something. The writing is on the wall. It’s hard to accept that it was all for nothing. All for nothing.
In November 2018, Architects stared grief in the face on the remarkable album Holy Hell: a stark picture of the darkness and despair that …