Every moment is dead to me. Do you remember? Because I can’t forget. The saddest story, of all that ever was, or will be. Laid out before me. A living heart attack. Play it back, play it back. Take my eyes, I cannot see sense. Past and future tense. Every moment is dead to me. Safe and sound, anywhere but here. I see it crystal clear, but it means nothing to me. Have you seen a future, filled with regret? Breathe and count to ten. Start over again. You want to run away. Just let yourself decay. A living heart attack. Play it back, play it back. The empty hourglass. We’re going nowhere fast. There’s no more time to kill, if time is standing still. Play it back, play it back. Over and over again.
In November 2018, Architects stared grief in the face on the remarkable album Holy Hell: a stark picture of the darkness and despair that …