Counting is not just relegated to kids songs. This is far from it. This is a dark look at 25 years and the hopelessness after the time passed. It's loud and looming, with an intensity that is enrapturing as it moves. The bells that tone in the backing is an awesome touch, counting off the years of the demise from the air to the cold ground. Whew, this is just bringing up all kinds of gothic level poetic comments. |
At twenty-five and still alive Much longer than expected for a man At twenty-five, all hope has died And the glass of my intentions The glass of my intentions The glass of my intentions turns to sand It shatters in my hand | |