Hugin’s Eye

Looking into the sea of piss

every motherfucker taking a dime or shorts

nothing left but the chance

the right to suck the juice or take the crunkle man for his bagel

it’s either you, or me or the baby

one of us has to go, to the store

i am living on the grenade while you go out and get

ready for the next day

passionate and ready

for the time when we know we will have to talk about this problem

that has something to do with what we left hanging yesterday

that thing that is fucking killing us both

that has a knive through each of our realms of waking the fuck again

and seeing yet another day of of figuring what the we forgot to deal with yesterday

and then the other day I did pay the tab that you left

for my birthday

The gothic masters of doom, My Dying Bride, have unleashed yet aother chapter of lonely and depressing ballads that seem that almost seem from their earlier days of drearyness. For the last couple albums since   For Lies I Sire