Modern Metal mit Symphonicanteilen bietet das Australische Quartett RELIQA in ihrem neuen Video zur Auskopplung `Killstar (The Cold World)`. Mehr davon wird es auf dem Debütalbum “Secrets of the Future“ geben, das am 31. Mai erscheinen soll.

 

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Strike the match in a cold world

A cold world set aflame

Scratch whatever itch you need

‘Cause it’s blind leading blind and we’re all fucked the same

Sip the wine while the cold world

The cold world eats itself alive

Stemming the plague with a smile

No artificial stimulation will detoxify the shame inside

 

Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite

And the murderers sleep so tight

Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup

Made it so easy to reach for the gun

And set ourselves on fire

 

It’s excessive

There’s more than seven ways to sin

So ironic how condemning yourself down is exactly the way in

Would you do it to yourself?

Would you do it to the ones you love?

 

Don’t you cry for the horror

The cold world forced you to see?

Sometimes I wonder if you like it, you like it

I bet you’d pay to watch some people bleed

 

Hands up

Pray for the wicked, pay their way up

Sending our love all the way to the top for the fuckers to chew it up

And spit it out like it’s offensive

Mask off, no pretending

Sympathy gone, you spent it

Making war’s fun, but who ends it?

 

Hands up

Give us something nice to dream about

Blanketed by a thick haze, we hallucinate as our lungs give out

Falling stars making craters out of our homes

A billion with their hands up and one foot in the grave, forever cast in stone

 

How does it feel to keep thriving as if you’ve earned it?

If it’s your hand that feeds, I’m sharpening my razor teeth

 

Bite down, let the poison run

Though it hurts, just bite down, let the poison run

 

Cold world

(It’s out with the old world, there’s fear in your eyes)

‘Cause there’s a galaxy burned into your legacy forever

Did you do it to yourself?

Did you neutralise the shame inside?

 

Where the miracles go to die, and the lovers are filled with spite

And the murderers sleep so tight

Where the richest eclipse the sun, killing a star just to fill their cup

Made it so easy to reach for the gun

And set ourselves on fire

 

Photo Credit: Kane Hibberd